Ancient Echoes, Whisper Our Call

Mystic rapture beneath the stars
A sea of serenity, beckons forth the moon
Am I lost upon the crests of thee!
Once upon a time I thought I knew myself

Could have been a dream of someone else
As there's grit and dirt upon my hands
Had I not been lost among the shadows of day
Then to walk among these sifting sands

Was I deemed beneath the stars, beside the totem of love
Set forth upon the ancient sands, upon these cliffs
Ancient whispers upon these tidal lands, Aotearoa chants
Solemn as the silver fern, cast among the sacred urn

My home is haven among heavens meek
The kea calls, yet never speaks
Aotearoa echoes, with its whispered call
Then to quill thy hand, upon my nations desire

Pride has set our inner fire
And we have lived by our own desire
One land of many faces, we are one among the races
Aotearoa echoes, with a whispered chant
Among these sands, beneath southern skies

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