Life is so coincidental and spontaneous. Earlier this weekend, Doralisa and I were talking about Hawaiian dialects spoken by her family who grew up on the Islands. My reference is of course, Don Ho- and I interjected that into our conversation.
I loved "Tiny Bubbles" growing up (among other songs) and remember fondly watching his specials growing up.
Tiny Bubbles
Tiny bubbles in the wine,
make me happy, make me feel fine,
tiny bubbles make me warm all over
with a feeling that I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time.
So here's to the golden moon,
and here's to the silver sea,
and mostly here's a toast to you and me
Tiny bubbles in the wine,
make me happy, make me feel fine,
tiny bubbles make me warm all over
with a feeling that I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time.
Tiny bubbles in the wine,
make me happy, make me feel fine,
tiny bubbles make me warm all over
with a feeling that I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time.
With a feeling that I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time.
Anyway- his death this weekend is poignant and coincidental to our conversation. Click on link above to read of him through yahoo.
Life's like that, I reckon. Anyway... aloha, Don.
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