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Modern Folk {https://youtu.be/27Sf0u7OwJQ Pacific

Gidday,

These songs are based on a book of poetry I wrote some time back called The Returning Home. This Modern Folk Music are inspired by my homeland New Zealand and my new home in NSW Australia.

One of my favorite songs I can still Remember is a song about growing up in New Zealand on the Pouto Penisula as child... we lived on a Farm forrestry station called Ngata Whiti Station simply translated as the windy station..

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About the Artist

Adam Rangihana is from New Zealand born in Otorohunga on the Lands of the Waikato tribes. He moved many times but his formative years were spent on a farm forestry station called Pouto Forest Farms as a shepherd, absorbing and developing his creative respect for his native land.

Adam spent three years studying traditional Maori fine art under Alan Nopera a Master Carver for the Ngati Whatua people. He came to Australia in 1995 and now lives in the Blue Mountains of NSW.

Adam uses native Australian timbers Iron bark, Red gum, and Pine in place of the traditional woods of New Zealand Totara, Kauri and Rimu. Where he fuses ancient motifs with modern materials and idioms.

He is a poet, Singer and in his sculptures he seeks to find a respect for the power and beauty of today's world and this is a reflection of the artists wairua... (spirit – the energy of the artists creative vision).

Here are the Lyrics for This Journey to Hillend.

This Journey to Hill-end - Lyrics

Chorius

This Journey to hill-end

was built on old brittle stone and sand

a path that winds its way back

along a chinese-cornish bridle track

where dry old rivers flow

with life deep deep in long ago

Verse1

we splash her banks with arks that spray

and shout a happy and loud hooray

from high above the valley below

to the journey of life we go

this journey to hill-end

Chorus

Verse2

This Journey to hill-end

drifts in the dry hot blow

in a dusky Sciberas red

Gria carious under the Stella sky

framed by a land that yawns at the Stars

which flicker and pass her by

on their travels beyond hill-end

Chorus

Verse3

and those tones on painted wooden colours

kept in tin sheds and steep haloed covers

borrow the lands smiling clay faces

with its steep rises and graces

of yesterdays journey to hill-end

this journey to hill-end this journey to hill-end

Chorus