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When I was south sea bound on a lovely isle |
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When the people |
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they dance and play |
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Well |
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a beautiful man with a south sea tan - |
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He taught me Tahitian .tamoure. |
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Tahiti come to me |
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Tahiti man |
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I see |
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You with your love that's so true. |
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I feel your warm soft breeze through the tall palm trees |
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And my heart |
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it yearns for you. |
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Ahe tamoure tamoure - |
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Sway your hips and tell me stories with your hands. |
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Ahe tamoure tamoure - |
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Remind me of sun and shining sands. |
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His eyes would shine so bright in the morning light |
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As we moved and felt so free |
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And when he showed me ways to dance the tamoure - |
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I knew he would remember me. |
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I moved my hips just so |
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just let my body go |
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And then he moved so close to me. |
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We danced around an round moved closer to the ground |
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As the drums played hu-ahe-ni beat. |
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Ahe |
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tamoure tamoure - . . . |
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Ahe tamoure tamoure - |
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Ahe tamoure tamoure - . . . |