I saw you walking away from the battlefield   Through the clearing smoke to the other side   Lay down your weary head   And gazing up two ocean birds are wheeling, turning    Paekakariki Beach on the other side   By the green of the hills and the rolling tide   I lay down in the ashen sand   And high above the ocean birds    were wheeling, turning, circling, flying       And you have seen too much   Too many causes lost and won   The wild desires all drowned in the seven seas    And so we walk away from the battlefield   Through the clearing smoke to the other side   Lay down in the morning sun    and high above the ocean birds are   wheeling, turning, circling, flying...