Most people live on a lonely island,
Lost in the middle of a
foggy sea.
Most people long for another island,
One where they knew
they would like to be.
Wally, I may call you any night,
any day,
In your heart you'll hear it call you,
Come away, come away,
Bali I will whisper
From the wind of the sea,
Here am I, your special island,
Come to me, come to me,
Your own special hoax,
Your own special dreams
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams
If you try, you'll find me
Where the sky meets the sea
Here am I, your special is land
Come to me, come to me,
Palihoi! Palihoi! Palihoi!
Someday you'll see me
floating in the sunshine,
My hat's peeking out from
a low -flying cloud.
You'll hear me call you,
singing through the sunshine,
Sweet and clear as can be.
Come to me, here am I, come to me
If you'll try, you'll find me
Where the sky meets the sea
Here am I, your special island
Come to me, come to me
Палихай! Палихай!
Палихай!