When I’m near the end and can’t be bothered
with tubes and things,
if that’s the way it goes,
take me into the bush and lay me down
amongst the ferns
And if I tell you I hear the song
of the south island kōkako
as it glides down
towards me
don’t say it can’t be true
just say it sings and beats its wings for me and you
When my breath is stilled
stay with me an hour or two
to hear the forest grow
That's about the size of it 