Wind is blowing through our ear
When it's time for us to go
To where our kupuna came from
about two thousand years ago, my brother
Our people first arrived to these islands
And we are the last ones left,
Cause about two hundred years ago,
The surviving ones, yeah, yeah,
We live from the mountain
Yes, we're fish from the sea
and Aloha was given so freely.
So when you wake in the morning,
and the sun is in your eyes,
don't you wear no disguise
Yes, when you wake in the morning,
and the sun is in your eyes
Tell me, whose side are you on?
Oh, do you want to be one of the bones
that they're building on in South Kona?
But we're coming to you live,
The wind is blowing through our hair
when it's time for us to hold it
To where our cool love came from
Wind is blowing through our hair
When it's time for us to hope
Wind is blowing through our hair
When's it time for us to walk
in front of the sister, yeah?
Wind is blowing through our hair