π³πΏπ³πΏπ³πΏππππ³πΏπ³πΏπ³πΏ Long through the mist, where the mountain peaks rise, And TΔwhirimΔtea calls down from the skies, We still walk as one, feet firm on the land, Together, united, all hand in hand.
Like the current that carves through granite and stone, Taihoro flows swiftly, never alone. Under the sun and the Medβs ocean's swell, Its Barcelona where our dreams dwell.
The mana of our ancestors, drawing us near, We face each challenge, fighting all fear. Loyal hearts gather, bound by a sacred thread, Standing as one, where our tΕ«puna led.
The sky may darken and the path it may bend, But we endure each challenger until the end. We gather again, where the earth meets the sea, The spirit of our people runs wild and free.
Every tack and Jibe, every breath that we take, The power of our culture we hold and awake. Through every storm, the fire, the rain, AC38, one more, rise again.
In perseverance, we found our way, Taihoro flows, by night and day. We breath and count three, we foil and fly With teamwork and aroha, Te Hokinga mai.β€
