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

And it was just another night
With a sunset and the moonrise
Not so 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 the moonrise
Not so far behind to give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations