[Verse 1]
Somewhere on a South Pacific island
Sits a young man staring at the surf
His native girlfriend died a death quite violent
A tribal sacrifice made to the Earth
[Chorus, condensed]
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh
[Verse 2]
She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue
A chief's daughter, Leilani was her name
She and her young man made a handsome two
But lava tore them both apart again
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
He'd say, "Leilani, don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
He would plead, "Don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh)
[Verse 3]
They were saving for a little hut
And he collected sea shells every day
And every night they'd share a cigarette
But the ancient, angry Gods got in the way
Somewhere on a South Pacific island
Sits a young man staring at the surf
His native girlfriend died a death quite violent
A tribal sacrifice made to the Earth
[Chorus, condensed]
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh
[Verse 2]
She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue
A chief's daughter, Leilani was her name
She and her young man made a handsome two
But lava tore them both apart again
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
He'd say, "Leilani, don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
He would plead, "Don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh)
[Verse 3]
They were saving for a little hut
And he collected sea shells every day
And every night they'd share a cigarette
But the ancient, angry Gods got in the way
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