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I've been away from home so long |
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I miss you now and then |
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Walking beside the mountain stream |
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Or hiking around the bend |
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Catching the rays of the morning sun |
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In the blue Manoa sky |
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Watching the leaves falling silently |
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From Kukuni trees on high |
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When the wind rushes in |
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When the rain gently falls |
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When the sun shines its light upon the valley wall |
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When the birds sing their songs |
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When the stream moves along |
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Then I know that I am home in Manoa again |
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I can remember my childhood days |
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Climbing the valley wall |
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Reaching the top of Wa'ahila Ridge |
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So high above it all |
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I can remember my mama's voice |
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A sweet and gentle sound |
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She always seemed to find a way |
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To cheer me when I was down |
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When the wind rushes in |
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When the rain gently falls |
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When the sun shines its light upon the valley wall |
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When the birds sing their songs |
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When the stream moves along |
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Then I know that I am home in Manoa again |
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When the wind rushes in |
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When the rain gently falls |
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When the sun shines its light upon the valley wall |
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When the birds sing their songs |
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When the stream moves along |
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Then I know that I am home in Manoa again |
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Then I know that I am home in Manoa again |
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Then I know that I am home in Manoa again |