Culture

Verse 1

Waves still roll on the island shore,

But the old chants, they don’t rise no more.

Stories carved in the stars above,

Fading away from the land we love.

Chorus

Echoes of the ocean, calling me home,

Polynesian spirit, don’t let it roam.

Roots of the island, strong and true,

Culture slipping away, what can we do?

Verse 2

Grandmother’s voice in the midnight breeze,

Telling of gods in the tall palm trees.

But the young ones chase a foreign song,

Forgetting the place where they belong.

Bridge

Drums of the ancestors, beating slow,

Guiding the people where the trade winds blow.

Hold on tight to the fire inside,

Don’t let the memory be cast aside.

Chorus

Echoes of the ocean, calling me home,

Polynesian spirit, don’t let it roam.

Roots of the island, strong and true,

Culture slipping away, what can we do?

Outro

Rise up, children, sing the old refrain,

Bring back the language, heal the pain.

From Tonga to Hawai‘i, let it be known,

Polynesian culture forever our own.