Sail away sweet sister
Sail across the sea
Maybe you’ll find somebody
To love you half as much as me
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing
Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it’s better down where it’s wetter
Take it from me
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’s garden in the shade
Oh, and I’ve been calling
Oh, hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out, can’t you come out to play
Johnny, can’t you come out to play in your empty garden
Whose garden was this?
It must have been lovely.
Did it have flowers?
I’ve seen pictures of flowers,
And I’d love to have smelled one !
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
I feel pretty, and witty and gay.
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today.
A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day
Just like the strain
Of a haunting refrain
She’ll start upon a marathon and run around your brain
Bless you bless you all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you bless you all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California Girls
Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea
I remember the night
When we walked in the sands of the Waikiki
And I held you, oh so tight
Across the coral sands I saw a hula hula dancer, looking pretty.
I asked her where she came from and she said to me, “I come from New York City,
And my mother is Italian,
And my dad’s a Greek.”
I’m just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Here’s what it is
Lyin’ on the white sands of some beach at Waikiki
Just to do the hula, you and me
I remember the trip to Spain was so insane
We could hardly watch the bull
Luckily the ring that day was full
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago
I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying “Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao”
Well it’s set way back in the middle of a field
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade
Strummin’ with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say:
“Oh my, but that little country boy could play!”
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Oh, you came throwing colors
All around my blacks and greys
While I stood in wonder you just opened up my days
Let me tell you what you did to me
I wanna shout the news
You came throwing colors 'round my blues
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you