(words and music by david palmer)

Grey the mist --- cold the dawn;
Cruel the sea and stern the shore
Brave the man who sets his course
For albion

Sweet the rose --- sharp the thorn;
Meek the soil and proud the corn
Blessed the lamb that would be born
Within this green and pleasant land
Hi-o-ran-i-o
Hi-o-ran-i-o

Brown furrow shine
Beneath the rain washed blue
Bright crystal streams
From eagle mountains born
Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew,
Within this fortress nature built
To stay the hand of war

With the wind from the east
Came the first of those who tread
Upon this stone, this stone of kings;
This realm, this new jerusalem
Hi-o-ran-i-o
Hi-o-ran-i-o