| 歌曲 | Big Canoe |
| 歌手 | Tim Finn |
| 专辑 | The Big Canoe |
| 作词 : Brock, Finn | |
| Hurled me a rope around the sun | |
| Pulled her hot through the distant day | |
| Cast the nets out into the blue | |
| Caught me the islands fresh with spray | |
| Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars | |
| Shored the boats from the dancing waters | |
| There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills | |
| Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter | |
| Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh | |
| Thin white cloud of the Archipelago | |
| Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail | |
| Caught me the eel in the mountain stream | |
| Marked the spot where the Moa fell | |
| Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams | |
| Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore | |
| Feet for the huts in the river's mouth | |
| Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato | |
| Build me the tribes of the distant south | |
| We are the myths in the children's eyes | |
| We are their hope when the future lies | |
| The white ships came from tall lands far | |
| Full of the sword and the crucifixion | |
| I traded my heart for a tank of gas | |
| On a road of tarmac with new intentions | |
| Stared me up at the moon gods daughter | |
| Laughed she did at the fat man's laws | |
| Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes | |
| Heard the roar of a thousand oars |
| zuò cí : Brock, Finn | |
| Hurled me a rope around the sun | |
| Pulled her hot through the distant day | |
| Cast the nets out into the blue | |
| Caught me the islands fresh with spray | |
| Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars | |
| Shored the boats from the dancing waters | |
| There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills | |
| Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter | |
| Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh | |
| Thin white cloud of the Archipelago | |
| Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail | |
| Caught me the eel in the mountain stream | |
| Marked the spot where the Moa fell | |
| Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams | |
| Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore | |
| Feet for the huts in the river' s mouth | |
| Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato | |
| Build me the tribes of the distant south | |
| We are the myths in the children' s eyes | |
| We are their hope when the future lies | |
| The white ships came from tall lands far | |
| Full of the sword and the crucifixion | |
| I traded my heart for a tank of gas | |
| On a road of tarmac with new intentions | |
| Stared me up at the moon gods daughter | |
| Laughed she did at the fat man' s laws | |
| Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes | |
| Heard the roar of a thousand oars |