Swelling belly of the moon
The tide brings the purple Man o' War soon
Fruit falls and pounds the sand
Lono is coming
Close up the temple doors
Priestess: scatter the offering
Gods: stand silent in the dark
Lono is coming
Rains drown the blossoms red
Warriors drop their clubs of dread
A drum beat sounds from across the sea
Lono is coming
Pleides rise to center sky
Signs appear in the clouds up high
Kill the pig, prepare the feast
Lono is coming
Seeds burst, and taro rots
Even the stream is hot
Begin the dance, follow the flame
Lono is coming
Lono is coming