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