Monday 19 December 2011

My Homeland of New Zealand

***(Hook and intro.)

New Zealand – I hear you.

Soon I’ll be near you.

Breathing a clear view

Of my memories in my Homeland of New Zealand

Since my early days I’ve travelled far

And wandered through many lands.

It’s natural I think for one to roam,

But I’ve yearnings now for sparkling seas

And blazing golden sands.

My homeland of New Zealand calls me home

New Zealand – I hear you.

Soon I’ll be near you.

Breathing a clear view

Of my memories in my Homeland of New Zealand

Though time has passed impressions last

Of a thousand shades of green,

Rich apple trees boughs laden to the loam.

Of grazing herds and milling sheep

And churning mountain streams.

Yes, my homeland of New Zealand calls me home.

***

There are highways now through gorges

That once were hard to pass

And the diesel has replaced the ploughman’s roan.

But the winds of change can’t rearrange

Its heritage and past.

How my homeland of New Zealand calls me home.

***

It’s often said that Young Nick’s Head

Is the first land that he saw

As Cook sailed in toward the Long White Cloud

And it’s still there for all to share

For now and ever more

My Homeland of New Zealand makes me proud.