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 oars