Not so many seasons past
With our ancestor sharks
Fish were real plenty
Food for the family
Now so little is caught today
Their boats wash in, pollute and scathe
Now so little is caught today
That old man Paoni just fears
They sell all the rights
To our fishing and land
People from the city
Just greed with no vision
Time we people must make a stand
Our homes now marked we make demands
Time we people must make a stand
But old man Paoni just fears
We've said no to timber
And stopped mining too
We need to educate
See clearly whats at stake
Existing ways are under threat
First world tentacles so treacherous
Existing ways are under threat
But old man Paoni just fears
The faiths flew in
Said no to custom
Took colour for our day
Implanted whitewashed ways
Now we live some foreign culture
Prayers and clothes just fodder for the vultures
Now we live a foreign culture
And old man Paoni just fears
We fought the rising sun
So skilled in warfare
The yankee soldier came
Imperialists all the same
We dumped their metal in to our depths
Their march sent quickly to a silent rest
We dumped their metal in to our depths
But old man Paoni just fears
That the sun that falls today
Will rise tomorrow the same
Theres a new type of plight
We callim ecconomic might
That the sun that falls today
Will rise tomorrow the same
Theres a new type of fight
We callim ecconomic might