EARLY IN THE MORNING SHE WOULD
GATHER ALL HER ISLAND FRUITS
PACKS THEM AS SHE STARTS ANOTHER DAY
CAREFULLY SHE MAKES AWAY
BESIDES A MOUNTAIN STREAM
AND SHE SINGS AN ISLAND CHANT OF LONG AGO
REFRAIN
O O O SWEET LADY OF WAOHOLE
SITTING BY THE HIGHWAY
SELLING HER PAPAYAS
AND HER GREEN AND RIPE BANANAS
WALKING DOWN THE DAMP AND ROCKY ROAD
HER HUMBLE WAGON STOPS WATCHED SUN PEEK THROUGH THE VALLEY SKIES
AND STARTS HER JOURNEY THROUGH THE HIGHWAY'S RESING SUN
REFRAIN... ... SOLO ... DO...
LATER IN THE EVENING SHE WOULD GATHER ALL HER ISLAND FRUITS
PACK THEM AS SHE ENDS ANOTHER DAY
CAREFULLY SHE MAKES HER WAY
BESIDES A MOUNTAIN STREAM
SINGS AN ISLAND CHANT OF LONG AGO
