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