HOLD ON TO THE LAND
Fagan's Cross over Hana Bay watches the sun's first fiery rays
warm the pastures and wake a sleepy town.
It's just one man's opinion but for what it's worth
there's no place finer in God's green earth
then Hana in the morning with the sun shining down.
Hold on, hold on the land you love
Hold on, hold on to the land
The rocky shore of Waikaloa, the turquoise waves & white sands of Hamoa
all feel the warmth of the sun's gentle hand.
As the sunlight fills the morning air, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere
beauty in all directions anywhere you stand.
There are those who have no shame, who'd destroy this beauty for their own gain
telling you all the while, it's what you need.
But don't be fooled by clever lies, it's happened before a thousand times
the same old tale of broken promises and greed.
Fagan's Cross over Hana Bay, if the hills could talk what would they say
after all they've seen from where they stand?
And all the voices floating in the breeze of ones who still live in our memories,
the ones who are buried in the Aina, the land... what would they say?