West Coast Highway
Folk-Rock song by Glenn Crosse reminding us to protect "God's own country."
West Coast Highway
As I recall it was in the month of May.
I hauled my load on the West Coast Highway.
The snow it fell and covered everything all around
I was glad, glad I had gone. I was glad, glad I had gone.
Was early August when I first come to your town
As usual to find a place to settle down
It should be August by the time I'm gone again
From this forest that dares grow here without flowers...
100% New Zealand Music
