作词 : Kitty Macfarlane
 作曲 : Kitty Macfarlane
Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face
The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste
And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land
There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place
We're told the seas are rising
But this stretch of land I will defend
The wetlands are flooding, fading is the lapwing
But these small creatures I'll curl my body 'round
And well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face
The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste
And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land
There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place
I will build my house out of sticks
And moss and spider's webs
These branches aren't safe, these roots won't hold forever
There is no comfort in these threads and fibers
Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face
The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste
And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land
There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place
Oh the cliffs may fall like Lego blocks
The forests may dwindle to dust
But if the bird a nest, and the spider a web
Man, friendship
Man, friendship
Man, friendship
Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face
The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste
And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land
There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place
But there is much that is sweet and simple about this race
Oh there is much that is sweet and simple about this race