Out of the dark we came, out of the sea,
Where the long wave broke on the shore,
As the day broke and the night rolled back,
There we stood on the land we would call home.
Out of the dark we came, out of the night,
The first of many moons in this new place,
When the sun rolled back the mist,
We rose like a strong wave on land,
Now WE were the people of this place.
What burns through the rain and the mist?
What banishes dark?
What makes the children straight and bright?
What makes the mountain shout?
The sun is our lord and father,
Bright face at the break of day,
Comfort of hope, cattle and crop,
Lord of the morning, lord of the day.
Lifting our hearts to sing his praise,
Dance in his healing rays...
