My Own Iona 1916

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 27 Feb 2005

I long to be, long to see,
you and me down among the Hula Hula hills.
With its pretty little lakes and rills.
My heart with rapture fills;
I'll ne'er forget little pet
when we met underneath
the ever watching moon,
I miss those sighing crocus,
Hawaiian tunes and you.

My own Iona, from old Halona,
your dark and dreamy eyes
they speak of paradise.
My ukelele, played by Mauna Loa gayly,
Halona's calling me,
Iona dear, my own.

My own Iona, from old Halona,
your dark and dreamy eyes
they speak of paradise.
My ukelele, played by Mauna Loa gayly,
Halona's calling me,
Iona dear, my own.

For ev'ry day that I stay,
far away from the valley in the tropic isle.
There's a missing little sunny smile
That haunts me all the while;
For ev'ry night that I might,
have delight, being with you,
I am all alone,
far from your loving arms,
Hawaiian charms and you.

My own Iona, from old Halona,
your dark and dreamy eyes
they speak of paradise.
My ukelele, played by Mauna Loa gayly,
Halona's calling me,
Iona dear, my own.

My own Iona, from old Halona,
your dark and dreamy eyes
they speak of paradise.
My ukelele, played by Mauna Loa gayly,
Halona's calling me,
Iona dear, my own.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Own Iona 1916
Lyric by L. Wolfe Gilbert.
Music by Anatol Friedland and Carey Morgan
Performer: [Charles Kind and Elizabeth Brice]
© MCMXVI by Jos. W. Stern & Co., 102-104 W. 38th St., New York
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 27 February 2005 at 17.24
in association with Doug Grierson
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