She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures rarely notice
When guardian angels pass them byLike a gecko behind a painting
With hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heartPhotograph shows, she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her fragrance speaks of Frangipanni
Yes, she's still a hula girl at heartWith her pen and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognizeIn the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swellsShe 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 heartSong sing slow
Days gone by
Time can't keep her
Nor can IShe has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirts to wedding gowns
Lived in cities walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go downIn this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Adds her rhythms in a shellHer sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart