Te Hokinga Mai

It is a present especially for nuffzed202 .......................................................... A song of welcome composed for the return of Maori taonga in 1986, on their return from the Te Maori art exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum in New York. The cry of the morepork keeps coming back to me. It is hooting out there where the paths meet. I was the one who allowed you to go. It was curbed, my deep love for you But now the formal return home; greetings to you, How my heart weeps with joy. Still standing tall is the prestige and the enchantment of the ancestors who have passed on. Bring back the true spirit of the people to help heal the survivor crying like a slave (i.e. with loneliness) and searching for the true path for us all. ................................................... The cry of the morepork keeps coming back to me. It is hooting out there where the paths meet. I was the one who allowed you to go. It was curbed, my deep love for you But now the formal return home; greetings to you, How my heart weeps with joy. Still standing tall is the prestige and the enchantment of the ancestors who have passed on. Bring back the true spirit of the people to help heal the survivor crying like a slave (i.e. with loneliness) and searching for the true path for us all. Te Hokinga Mai! Te Hokinga Mai! Stand tall! Te Hokinga Mai! Te Hokinga Mai! Stand tall! Tangi a te ruru, kei te hokihoki mai e E whakawherowhero i te putahitanga Näku nei ra koe i tuku haere Tëra puritia iho nui rawa te aroha e Te Hokinga Mai, tëna koutou Tangi ana te ngäkau i te aroha Tü tonu ra te mana te ihi o nga tipuna kua wehea atu rä Mauria mai te mauri tangata hei oranga mo te mörehu tangi mökai nei E rapu ana i te ara tika mo tätou katoa Te Hokinga Mai, Te Hokinga Mai Tü tangata tonu! ...................................... The cry of the morepork keeps coming back to me. It is hooting out there where the paths meet. I was the one who allowed you to go. It was curbed, my deep love for you Te Hokinga Mai, greetings How my heart weeps in (sorrowful) love. Stand tall, the prestige (and) the awe of the ancestors who have passed on. Bring back the true spirit of the people to help heal the survivour crying with loneliness (lit. like a captive) (and) searching for the true path for all. (This stanza sung twice) Te Hokinga Mai! Te Hokinga Mai! Stand tall! Help us caption & translate this video! https://amara.org/v/hP3j/