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
