Parks for People, People for Parks

Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 5, Issue 14, 1 September 1987, Page 4

Parks for People, People for Parks

On the lake not a breath of wind is stirring As the heron wings its way across the dawn A splash of morning gold lights up the water Soon the sun will warm the misty morning air. While the Tui and the Takahe are waking Somewhere far away a bell-bird sings While in the misty branches of the Rimu A fantail weaves its dance on magic wings Once you hear, you won't forget the sounds you're hearing And when you see, then you'll remember for all time And when you take the gifts New Zealand has to give you That's when you'll understand That's when you'll know how grand Is this mighty land of ours. Parks for People, People in Parks Feel the beating of the nation's heart Parks for People, People in Parks

Reach out and touch the land You hold it in your hands Cos' they're Parks for People The Park's are yours and mine. Through the bush a shady track is leading Climbing through the kauri and the fern Past the crimson Rata and the Matai It takes you up where mountains touch the sky. E ki ana nga korua Tokomaha nga ahuatango o te whenua-tiakina (carefully guard for future generations the many resources of the land) That's when you'll understand That's when you'll know how grand Is this mighty land of ours.

Rob

Winch