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Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor' wester at morn	A
Wind and the rising sun and waving tussock and corn	A
It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang	B
The wind is the voice of my home and I think of the songs it sang	B
When fresh from the desk and ledger I crossed the long leagues of sea	C
The old worn world is gone and the new bright world is free	C
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The wide wild pastures of old are fading and passing away	D
All over the plain are the homes of the men who have come to stay	D
I sigh for the good old days in the station whare again	E
But the good new days are better I would not be heard to complain	F
It is only the wind that cries with tears in its voice to me	C
Of the dead men low in the mould who came with me over the sea	C
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Some of them down in the city under the marble are laid	G
Some on the bare hillside in the mound by the lone tree shade	G
And some in the forest deeps of the west in their silence lie	H
With the dark pine curtain above shutting out the blue of the sky	H
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And many have passed from my sight whither I never shall know	I
Swept away in the rushing river or caught in the mountain snow	I
All the old hands are gone who came with me over the sea	C
But the land that we made our own is the same bright land to me	C
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There are dreams in the gold of the kowhai and when ratas are breaking	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp in bloom	K
I can hear the rich murmur of voices in the deeps of the fern shadowed gloom	K
Old memory may bring me her treasures from the land of the blossoms of May	D
But to me the hill daisies are dearer and the gorse on the river bed grey	D
While the mists on the high hilltops curling the dawn haunted	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp haze of the sea	C
To my fancy are bridal veils lifting from the face of the land of the free	C
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The speargrass and cabbage trees yonder the honey belled flax in its bloom	K
The dark of the bush on the sidings the snow crested mountains that loom	K
Golden and grey in the sunlight far up in the cloud fringed blue	M
Are the threads with old memory weaving and the line of my life	N
nbsp nbsp nbsp running through	M
And the wind of the morning calling has ever a song for me	C
Of hope for the land of the dawning in the golden years to be	C

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