In the Rangitaki Valley

valley of waving broom,

O lovely, lovely light,

O hear of the world, red-gold!

Breast high in the blossom I stand;

It beats about me like waves

Of a magical, golden sea

The barren heart of the world

Alive at the kiss of the sun,

The yellow mantle of Summer

Flung over a laughing land,

Warm with the warmth of her body

Sweet with the kiss of her breath

O valley of waving broom,

O lovely, lovely light,

O mystical marriage of Earth

With the passionate Summer sun!

To her lover she holds a cup

And the yellow wine o'erflows.

He has lighted a little torch

And the whole of the world is ablaze.

Prodigal wealth of love!

Breast high in the blossom I stand.