Aotearoa Poem by Henrik Berg

These warm summer nights
Oh, how I miss the windy city
And the forests of mount Victoria
Miss the Milford Sound and the Mirte
And the hamlet town of Picton


The snow covered ranges
And sheep clad hills of green
The native land of the Mauri
The most alluring I have seen

Close my eyes and I see Maunganui
From its top I watch o'er the bay
And I still wish to see Whakatane
In the bay of plenty I'd stay

If one trip I could make in this lifetime
If one journey I'd choose to go through
It would lead me to my Aotearoa
And I'd stay there together with you


These warm summer nights
Oh, how I miss the windy city
Te Ika-a-Māui to Te Waipounamu
Deepest fjord to highest peak
Kei te aroha au ki a koe