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Hello,
This music is based on a book of poems I wrote some time back called The Returning Home. This Folk Music are inspired by my homeland New Zealand and my new home in NSW Australia.
One of my favorite songs I can still Remember is a song about growing up in New Zealand on the Pouto Penisula as child... we lived on a Farm forrestry station called Ngata Whiti Station simply translated as the windy station..
Please like, share and subscibe this will help me to write and share more songs...
About the Singer
Adam Rangihana is from New Zealand born in Otorohunga on the Lands of the Waikato tribes. He moved many times but his formative years were spent on a farm forestry station called Pouto Forest Farms as a shepherd, absorbing and developing his creative respect for his native land.
Adam spent three years studying Te toi whakairo under Alan Nopera a Master Carver for the Ngati Whatua people. He came to Australia in 1995 and now lives in the Blue Mountains of NSW.
Adam uses native Australian timbers Iron bark, Red gum, and Pine in place of the traditional woods of New Zealand Totara, Kauri and Rimu. Where he fuses ancient motifs with modern materials and idioms.
He is a published poet, Songwriter and in his Art he seeks to find a respect for the power and beauty of today's world and this is a reflection of the artists wairua... (spirit – the energy of the artists creative vision).
Here are the Lyrics for This Journey to Hillend.
This Journey to Hill-end - Lyrics
Chorius
This Journey to hill-end
was built on old brittle stone and sand
a path that winds its way back
along a chinese-cornish bridle track
where dry old rivers flow
with life deep deep in long ago
Verse1
we splash her banks with arks that spray
and shout a happy and loud hooray
from high above the valley below
to the journey of life we go
this journey to hill-end
Chorus
Verse2
This Journey to hill-end
drifts in the dry hot blow
in a dusky Sciberas red
Gria carious under the Stella sky
framed by a land that yawns at the Stars
which flicker and pass her by
on their travels beyond hill-end
Chorus
Verse3
and those tones on painted wooden colours
kept in tin sheds and steep haloed covers
borrow the lands smiling clay faces
with its steep rises and graces
of yesterdays journey to hill-end
this journey to hill-end this journey to hill-end
Chorus
