Where the long white waterfall

Where the long white waterfall

Lone and lovely slips,

There is no hibiscus flow'r

Redder than her lips.

Like a night without a moon,

Her dark tresses are.

Hokoolélé, Shooting Star,

Hokoolélé.

On this coral beach no palm

Stands more straight and fair,

Sweeter she than jasmin wreath

On her bosom bare.

Like the love notes of a harp,

Comes her song afar.

Hokoolélé, Shooting Star,

Hokoolélé.

Hokoolélé! Hokoolélé!