Samoan Psalms

Allie’s Group
I look up to the coconut trees.
Where does my food and shelter come from?
It comes from the Lord, the maker of the tree of life.

He will not let you slip or stumble
While you are climbing the coconut tree.
He who watches over your fale at night
Will not slumber or sleep.

Indeed, He who watches over Samoa
Will not leave the front step.

The Lord watches over you always.
He is like your family and your land
Have been the same for generations.

The tsunami will not wipe your family
Nor the cyclone destroy your fale.

The Lord will keep you and your family
From all harm and watch over your lives.

The Lord will watch over your coming and going
Whether New Zealand or Australia, both now and forever.

Courtnay’s Group – To the tune of Sweet Caroline
Sweet Savaii, beach fale
Feel the breeze that’s passing through
I stay reclined, Samoan cocoa
Put the fan down, eat with me.
So…we…can…

Go fishing with spears
And get a t-shirt tan line
Back in time to play Bingo

And when I hurt
Allie will ask if I drank water
I will say no, but lots of taro

Sand, in my hair, in my bed
Buggin ‘ me, buggin’ you

Sweet Savaii, coconut trees
Hear the palm fronds in the breeze
I’m so thankful, there are no roosters
Can I please get an Amen?
Amen! Amen! Amen!

Sam/Emma’s Group – To the tune of Ice Ice Baby
H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L-I-T-Y
Do you know what that means?
Hospitality
We got our own matai, sippin’ coconuts, beach fale, ocean view
Thank yous, not enough – fa’afetai.
REMIX
Men assigned to sit outside while we lie
Keepin’ protection.
SAVAII
Fannin’ while we eat, fan clubs on the street, walkin’ in Jesus’ feet
SAVAII
Heat, heat baby. Heat, heat baby.
Alright, stop! Collaborate and listen
Samoa is teachin’ a brand way of livin’
Children, grab a hold of me tightly,
Takin’ care of us daily and nightly.
Will it ever stop yo, I don’t know
Takin’ Samoa with us wherever we go.

Tyler’s Group
I would rather visit beautiful Savaii, than get woken up by a rooster.
I would rather drink cocoa Samoa for every meal than get woken up by that rooster in the middle of the night.
I would rather have my lips numbed from kava than have my ears numbed by that dumb rooster crow.
I would rather grind coconuts for a week than have my ears grinded by that malicious rooster.
I would rather lose Perry’s passport a thousand times than lose my mind from that awful and ugly, stupid rooster.
I would rather get kicked in the coconuts by Ete than have to listen to that pure evil sack of feathers they call a rooster.
I would rather do a commando handstand in a lavalava at an ava ceremony than go through the agonizing, hellish squawks that blast out of that rooster’s dumb face.
I would rather plug my ears with cone snails than have that spawn of Satan rooster-beast lick me in the ears with its large talons.
I would rather get a colonoscopy with fire coral than listen to that fire breathing death monster that smells like death, called rooster.
I would rather slip on a mini banana peel, get dragged away by my ears through the lava fields by feral pigs, chased back to my fale by a mob of children, get run over by Tao’s bus while getting swarmed by mosquitoes on my sunburned eyelids, all the while Warren gives me a sound verbal thrashing by calling me a “young fool” and on top of that…
On second thought, I would rather get woken by a rooster if it means I can stay in Samoa.

Jess’ Group - Also to the tune of Sweet Caroline
Before we arrived
That sign just kept swinging
So did the plane that we were on.
Sitting on the plane,
Hearts filled with expectation
Bellies were filled but then were not.

Sun, burning skin
Sweating hard, can’t get cool,
Need to swim

Ohh sweet Samoa (ba ba ba)
Ocean’s never seemed so blue (so blue)
We’re falling in love
With the people and the view
But now there’s…

Millions of kids
Hanging off all my limbs,
Wish I had more to hug them with.
Coconut milk,
Well, coconut everything,
Baskets and fales, canoes and ropes.

Fans, shooing flies
Bringing tears to our eyes
With their love.

Ohh sweet Samoa
People never seemed so kind
I’ve been inclined
To just skip the flight back home
Oh le’ai, le’ai.