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Early in the morning
She would gather all her island goods
And packed them as she starts another day
Carefully she makes her way
Beside the mountain streams
As she sings an island chant of long ago
Sweet (sweet) Lady
of Waiahole
Sitting by the highway
Selling her papaya
And her green and ripe banana
Walking down the
damp
And rock ‘n’ roll her humble wagon stops
She watch the sun peak through the valley skies
Smiles and wipes the sweat from her brow
Continues to move on
And starts her journey through the highway rising sun
Chorus
Later in the evening
She would gather all her island goods
Pack them as she ends another day
Carefully she makes her way
Beside the mountain stream
As she sings an island chant of long ago
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