| My friend, My friend, I hate to see you suffer, | |
| Events conspire to bring us to our knees, | |
| My friend, my friend, you've taken this the wrong way, | |
| Rise up, defend yourself, never give in, | |
| Look to the sky, the spirit of Te Whiti, | |
| The endless tide is murmuring his name. | |
| I know Te Whiti will never be defeated, | |
| And even at the darkest hour, | |
| His presence will remain. | |
| I'll sing to you the song of Parihaka. | |
| Te Whiti he used the language of the spirit, | |
| Then stood accused, the madman and his dream, | |
| He saw the train go roaring through the tunnel, | |
| He heard the voice travel on the magic wire, | |
| But he loved the silence of the river, | |
| He watched the dog piss on the cannon's wheel. | |
| I know Te Whiti will never be defeated, | |
| And even at the darkest hour, | |
| His presence will remain. | |
| I'll sing to you the song of Parihaka. | |
| One day you'll know the truth, | |
| They can't pull out the roots, | |
| Come and take me home, | |
| To weep for my lost brother. | |
| They gather still, the clouds of Taranaki, | |
| His children's children wearing the white plume, | |
| So take me for the sins of these sad islands, | |
| The wave still breaks on the rock of Rouhotu. | |
| And when you taste the salt that's on your pudding, | |
| And when you taste the sugar in your soup, | |
| Think of Te Whiti, he'll never be defeated, | |
| Even at the darkest hour, | |
| His presence will remain, | |
| I'll sing for you the song of Parihaka, | |
| Come to Parihaka, | |
| Weep for my lost brother, | |
| The spirit of nonviolence, | |
| Has come to fill the silence, | |
| Come to Parihaka. |