My Little Grass Shack - Alfred Newman, Ken Darby

I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii

I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago

I can hear old guitars a playing on the beach at Hoonaunau

I can hear the Hawaiians saying «Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao»

It won’t be long till my ship will be sailing back to Kona

A grand old place that’s always fair to see

I’m just a little Hawaiian and a homesick island boy

I want to go back to my fish and poi

I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii

Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by

Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by

I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii

I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago

I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau

I can hear the Hawaiians saying «Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao»

It won’t be long till my ship will be sailing back to Kona

A grand old place that’s always fair to see

I’m just a little Hawaiian and a homesick island boy

I want to go back to my fish and poi

I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii

Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by