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From "South Pacific" |
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Most people live on a lonely island, lost in the middle of a foggy sea most people long for another island one where they know they would like to be. |
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Bali Ha'i may call you, |
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Any night, any day, |
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In your heart you'll hear it call you, "Come away, come away . . ." |
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Bali Ha'i will whisper, |
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On the wind of the sea, "Here am I your special island" "Come to me, come to me . . ." |
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Your own special hopes, |
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Your own special dreams, |
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Bloom on the hillside, |
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And shine in the streams . . . |
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If you try you'll find me |
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Where the sky meets the sea |
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Here am I your special island |
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Come to me, come to me . . . |
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Bali Ha'i |
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Bali Ha'i |
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Bali Ha'i |
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Someday you'll see me, |
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Floating in the sunshine, |
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My head sticking out from a low flying cloud . . . |
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You'll hear me call you, |
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Singing through the sunshine |
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Sweet and clear as can be . . . "Come to me, here am I" "Come to me" "Come to me" |
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Bali Ha'i . . . |
