Lyrics

She greets the day with a smile and a bucket full of lemons
She beats the first ray of sunlight, reaching for the kettle
Lived here long and well, you can see it in her garden
The bush waits patiently as she dons her Doc Martens

No, I can't write it all down
Oh, the way she would
Embedding emotion into the fibres of a Moleskine notebook
Up from the farm, to signal palm
The Tūī sing their sweet songs, on and on

He lets the radio play let him know what's happening
He keeps on working away on a product of great passion
Takes to the roads, or to the skies
Could be camper, train or plane
It's time to see somewhere new
There could be a bus stop or two

No, I can't speak my mind
Oh, like he does, all the time
And every time I see them
It's always a sight for sore eyes
It's love, through and through
The Tūī and Kerurū
The sweet songs go on and on and on

And on
On and on and on and on and on and on
And on