| My friend, My friend, I hate to see you suffer
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| Events conspire to bring us to our knees
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| My friend, my friend, you’ve taken this the wrong way
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| Rise up, defend yourself, never give in
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| Look to the sky, the spirit of Te Whiti
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| The endless tide is murmuring his name
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| I know Te Whiti will never be defeated
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| And even at the darkest hour
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| His presence will remain
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| I’ll sing to you the song of Parihaka
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| Te Whiti he used the language of the spirit
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| Then stood accused, the madman and his dream
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| He saw the train go roaring through the tunnel
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| He heard the voice travel on the magic wire
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| But he loved the silence of the river
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| He watched the dog piss on the cannon’s wheel
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| I know Te Whiti will never be defeated
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| And even at the darkest hour
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| His presence will remain
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| I’ll sing to you the song of Parihaka
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| One day you’ll know the truth
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| They can’t pull out the roots
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| Come and take me home
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| To weep for my lost brother
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| They gather still, the clouds of Taranaki
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| His children’s children wearing the white plume
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| So take me for the sins of these sad islands
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| The wave still breaks on the rock of Rouhotu
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| And when you taste the salt that’s on your pudding
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| And when you taste the sugar in your soup
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| Think of Te Whiti, he’ll never be defeated
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| Even at the darkest hour
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| His presence will remain
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| I’ll sing for you the song of Parihaka
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| Come to Parihaka
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| Weep for my lost brother
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| The spirit of nonviolence
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| Has come to fill the silence
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| Come to Parihaka |