Track Insight / Lyrics
Grey stone breathes a salty air,
Wellington wakes, beyond compare.
Hillside streets begin to gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Cobbles worn beneath your feet,
A harbour wind, bittersweet.
Past painted doors, a hurried pace,
A lonely gull finds its place.
Harbourstone and wind, they call your name,
Whispering stories, all the same.
A restless current, pulling free,
Wellington's heart beats wild for thee.
Lamplight flickers, soft and low,
Watching shadows come and go.
The scent of coffee, strong and deep,
Secrets that the city keeps.
Harbourstone and wind, they call your name,
Whispering stories, all the same.
A restless current, pulling free,
Wellington's heart beats wild for thee.
Old brick buildings, standing tall,
Echoes answer every call.
A busker plays a mournful tune,
Beneath the silver afternoon.
Harbourstone and wind, they call your name,
Whispering stories, all the same.
A restless current, pulling free,
Wellington's heart beats wild for thee.
Rain-slicked pavement, shining bright,
Reflecting colours of the night.
A distant ferry's fading horn,
A promise whispered, newly born.
The wind it shifts, a sudden grace,
Washing worry from your face.
A moment held, a fragile thing,
Hope on every seabird's wing.
Turn the corner, find your way,
Embrace the close of fading day.
Let the city hold you near,
Wash away all doubt and fear.
Harbourstone and wind, they call your name,
Whispering stories, all the same.
A restless current, pulling free,
Wellington's heart beats wild for thee.
Stone and wind, and you and I,
Beneath a Wellington sky.
Stone and wind, forever true,
Wellington waits for you.
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