Lyrics:

Part reggae, part gospel, and a whole lot in between, The Raft has vocalist Dallas Tamaira delivering a stirring afirmation to “his people” – perhaps the M?ori, or his family and friends – over a sunset jam.
Though my hands are cold
And my mouth is dry
Well, this journey's told
Is a mountain high
Though the wind, she burns
Like an ageless flame
She will give me strength
So I can move again

And though my people may not be many
We are ready for the storm to come
And though my people may not be many
We are ready to be strong as one
And though my people travel light
They are willing to fight the fight (Willing to fight the fight)
And though my people may not be many, we are ready

We've got to find a way
Let it be done, let it be done (Ooh)
Toil to keep the faith
Until the storm has broken
We've got to find a way
To rise above the pain


My man come, he cross the waters
My man come, he cross the seas, yes
He has no sons, he has no daughters
But he brings with him a seed, ooh

And though my people may not be many
We are ready for the storm to come
And though my people may not be many
We are ready to be strong as one
And though my people travel light
They are willing to fight the fight (Willing to fight the fight)
And though my people may not be many, we are ready

We've got to find a way
Let it be done, let it be done (Ooh)
Toil to keep the faith
Until the storm has broken
We've got to find a way
To rise above the pain


The industry will never find me here among the trees
My footsteps will be, will be all that I leave
Oh lonely island, so rich and fair
We leave your shores for reasons unclear
Looking for a better life
And you are all that I need (Hey)
All that I need