Leaving Aoetaroa

This land...
the womb from whence I came
born of the fire, earth, wind and rain...
she knows me well...
she calls my name

but if I should leave
these friendly hills...
if I should say good bye and go...
I'll remember her well...
for I love her so

for I have felt the warmth
on her gentle breast...
as I climbed to the sun
on the mountain's crest...

and I've heard the waves
as they called to me
on her endless beaches
that lace the sea...