Hurled me a rope around the sun Pulled her hot through the distant day Cast the nets out into the blue Caught me the islands fresh with spray Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars Shored the boats from the dancing waters There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter
Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh Thin white cloud of the Archipelago
Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail Caught me the eel in the mountain stream Marked the spot where the Moa fell Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore Feet for the huts in the river's mouth Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato Build me the tribes of the distant south
We are the myths in the children's eyes We are their hope when the future lies
The white ships came from tall lands far Full of the sword and the crucifixion I traded my heart for a tank of gas On a road of tarmac with new intentions Stared me up at the moon gods daughter Laughed she did at the fat man's laws Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes Heard the roar of a thousand oarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
