RUAPEHU

Ruapehu marks time:
Ashes and sackcloth.
Old skins, new wine
The pendulum swings
the sound of thunder
Colonial community rent asunder
A cloud of darkness
from the belly of the land

Smoke signals for those who understand.

A cleansing of the wound
a seeking of expression

Pacific rhythms to the fore
- it's our time in history


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Lyrics Copyright Keith Newman 1996