F Early in the morning, she would gather all her island fruits F7 Bb And pack them as she starts another day Bbm F Dm Carefully she makes her way, beside the mountain stream Gm C7 F C7 As she sings and island chant of long ago Chorus F Bb F Sweet lady of Waihole, sitting by the Highway Gm C7 F C7 Selling her papaya, and her green and ripe banana F Walking down her damp and rocky road her humble wagon stops F7 Bb She watched the sun peek through the valley sky Bbm Smiles and wipes the sweat up from her brow F Dm Gm Continues on, and starts her journey through C7 F C7 The highway rising sun Chorus F Later in the evening, she would gather all her island fruits F7 Bb And pack them as she ends another day Bbm F Dm Carefully she makes her way beside the mountain stream Gm C7 F C7 As she sings and island chant of long ago Chorus