Ka Lei Ali'i 'o' kalani

Out of her family and into the ground
She wore her flowers
The length of her story has measured us all
Oh I remember
My mother raised up her children, under the royal lei of heaven
My fathers love was a given. They had a marriage worth living.
My brother failed to his daemons. The sickle swept him away.
Her mind grew tired of believing, so papa kept her heart beating
We’ll cry in the morning, laugh with the moon
We’ll wear her flowers
Home to my brother, my mother is gone
She’ll see her baby soon.
Her mind grew tired of believing. The sickle swept her away
Her mind was tired of believing. The sickle swept her away