She owns a window to the ocean

She has a pipeline to the sky

But earthly creatures rarely notice

When guardian angels pass them by

Like a gecko behind a painting

With hidden wisdom to impart

In a world that needs more dancing

She's a hula girl at heart

Photograph shows she is lovely

Her barefeet are a work of art

Her fragrance speaks of frangipanni

Yes she's still a hula girl at heart

With her pen and watercolors

Drawing fish and butterflies

Children always seem to conjur

Images they recognize

In the land beside the ocean

Where romantics seem to dwell

Destiny can set in motion

Ripples that turn into swells

She knows how to face the music

She knows where the magic starts

In a world that needs more dancing

She's still a hula girl at heart.

Song sing slow

Days gone by

Time can't keep her

Nor can I.

She has worn a wealth of costumes

Hula skirts to wedding gowns

Lived in cities walked through jungles

Always sees the sun go down

In this age of teeming tourists

Fellow travelers know her well

The darling of deserted beaches

Adds her rhythms in a shell

Her sensual and easy motion

Seems impossible to chart

I a world that needs more dancing

She's still a hula girl at heart.