| Silver ferns above our heads |
| Skater boys and coffee beds |
| Touch a nose and say hello |
| Share a breath a scorching stone |
| Oh I remember when the winds would blow |
| I remember dancing on your shores |
| My Wellington, my Wellington |
| My my Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |
| My Wellington, my my Wellington |
| My Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |
| A dollar mix across the street |
| Salty skin and sandy feet |
| An American with a French name |
| Said he wouldn’t be the same |
| Oh I remember dreaming by the lakes |
| I remember finding the Cook Strait |
| My Wellington, my Wellington |
| My my Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |
| My Wellington, my my Wellington |
| My Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |
| I remember when the winds would blow |
| I remember dancing on your shores |
| My Wellington, my Wellington |
| My my Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |
| My Wellington, my my Wellington |
| My Wellington, you’re my Middle-earth |