In an empty playground I hear the echoing throng
Tui’s clicking din mocking tui’s mechanical song
I see whispering ferns and a lonely kauri tree
Playing in the winter sun, the intuitive bird and me
In an empty playground I hear the echoing throng
Tui’s clicking din mocking tui’s mechanical song
I see whispering ferns and a lonely kauri tree
Playing in the winter sun, the intuitive bird and me