Sweet Lady of Waiahole

"Sweet Lady of Waiahole (Hawaiian)"

Bruddah Waltah

Early in the morning, she would

Gather all her island fruits
And pack them as she
Starts another day
Carefully she makes her way
Beside the mountain stream
As she sings an
Island chant of long ago

Sweet lady of Waiahole

She's sitting by the highway
Selling her papayas
And her green and ripe bananas

Walking down her damp

And rocky road her humble wagon stops
She watched the sun creep
Through the valley sky
Smiles and wipes the sweat
Off from her brow
Continues on and starts her journey
Through the highway rising sun

Sweet lady of Waiahole

She's sitting by the highway
Selling her papayas
And her green and ripe bananas

Sweet lady of Waiahole

She's sitting by the highway
Selling her papayas
And her green and ripe bananas

Later in the evening, she would

Gather all her island fruits
And 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

Sweet lady of Waiahole

She's sitting by the highway
Selling her papayas
And her green and ripe bananas

Sweet lady of Waiahole
She's sitting by the highway
Selling her papayas
And her green and ripe bananas

Selling her papayas

And green and ripe bananas