Over silver ferns the kiwis are creeping
The cold of night into my skin is seeping
Lunar shimmer, crystal frost
In my memories I am lost
Through the dark the mist is sifting
From blackest clouds the snow is drifting
Brooks are rushing, crickets are hushing
The far horizon is faintly blushing
The radios talk, the huias squawk
Down to the warmth of the kitchen I walk
Solar glow melts frosty snow
Down the drive in trickles it flows
Aotearoa, flaunt your beauty
O Land of the Long White Cloud.
The cold of night into my skin is seeping
Lunar shimmer, crystal frost
In my memories I am lost
Through the dark the mist is sifting
From blackest clouds the snow is drifting
Brooks are rushing, crickets are hushing
The far horizon is faintly blushing
The radios talk, the huias squawk
Down to the warmth of the kitchen I walk
Solar glow melts frosty snow
Down the drive in trickles it flows
Aotearoa, flaunt your beauty
O Land of the Long White Cloud.
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