The light was leaving, in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the waves, it's getting late
It was just another night with a sunset
And a moon rise not too far behind to give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars, we listened to papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky, we drew our own constellations
The west winds often last too long
And when they calm down nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea
Stars up above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough and all else fades, fades away
And it was just another night with a sunset
And a moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars, listen to all translations
Of the stories across the sky, we drew our own constellations
