our land Could you just imagine if they were around And saw highways on their sacred grounds How would they feel about this modern city life? Tears would come from each other
Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high-ridge mountain, crystal-clear blue water. All my friends there hanging on da beach, young and old among them, feel the
OK this one's for Gabby Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo Ooooo ohooohoo oooohoo Ooooo ohoohooo oohoooo Oohooo oohoooho ooooho Ooooo oooooo oooooo Ooooo oooooo
Trees of green and red roses too I'll watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world Well I see skies of blue and I see
: Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high-ridge mountain, crystal-clear blue water. All my friends there hanging on da beach, young and old among them, feel
: OK this one's for Gabby Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo Ooooo ohooohoo oooohoo Ooooo ohoohooo oohoooo Oohooo oohoooho ooooho Ooooo oooooo oooooo Ooooo oooooo
land Could you just imagine if they were around And saw highways on their sacred grounds How would they feel about this modern city life? Tears would come from each other
: Trees of green and red roses too I'll watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world Well I see skies of blue and I
