I saw you walking away from the battlefield

Through the clearing smoke to the other side

Lay down your weary head

And gazing up two ocean birds are wheeling, turning 

Paekakariki Beach on the other side

By the green of the hills and the rolling tide

I lay down in the ashen sand

And high above the ocean birds 

were wheeling, turning, circling, flying 



And you have seen too much

Too many causes lost and won

The wild desires all drowned in the seven seas 

And so we walk away from the battlefield

Through the clearing smoke to the other side

Lay down in the morning sun 

and high above the ocean birds are

wheeling, turning, circling, flying...