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
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
Leilani, don´t go to the volcano, he´d say.
Please don't go to the volcano.
They were saving for a little hut,
She collected sea-shells every day
Every night they'd share a cigarette
But the ancient, angry gods got in the way.
Leilani, don´t go to the volcano, he'd plead.
Please don't go, I'll miss you so.
Still the young man sits upon the beach
He´s staring misty-eyed out into space
He´s thinking about his girlfriend of late, deceased
At least her death had purpose; his life is a waste!
Leilani, don´t go to the volcano, he said.
Please don't go, I'll miss you so. He said
Please don't go, I love you, I love you so.
Please don't go.
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