My faith's in the man who died for everyone to see
Crowned in thorns and crucified for others to be free
Didn't have no palace for a home
Drank with thieves and lepers
And chose the cross before their money and their throne.
My Molokai
may St Jude and my St Philomena never tell a lie
My Molokai
Nothing hurts the brave riding into battle knowing he will die
When I first came to this isle my mind was filled with dread
debauchery and whoring amongst the dying and the dead
but my arm is strong, my will is pure
to serve amongst the lepers intent to take them with me onto that golden shore
Crowned in thorns and crucified for others to be free
Didn't have no palace for a home
Drank with thieves and lepers
And chose the cross before their money and their throne.
My Molokai
may St Jude and my St Philomena never tell a lie
My Molokai
Nothing hurts the brave riding into battle knowing he will die
When I first came to this isle my mind was filled with dread
debauchery and whoring amongst the dying and the dead
but my arm is strong, my will is pure
to serve amongst the lepers intent to take them with me onto that golden shore