written by Deborah Mackenzie 23 April 2019
Chorus – intro
Mother, oh Mother Brown bring your daughters down
Under the weeping willow tree there’s magic to be found
Mother Brown had five fine daughters living off the land
Dwelling in the bush and scrub without a loving man
She knew of a secret stream that bubbled up from underground
Warm and sweet like magic tears, a mystery she’d found.
Mother Brown took her five daughters down to the stream to bathe
Praying to our Mother Earth to keep them from harm’s way
The magic of the water blessed each one with a gift
Those five fine daughters then emerged with a destiny to fill.
The oldest now was stronger than any many that lived
The second girl was sharp and bright – brilliance was her gift
The third could sense trouble from a thousand miles away
The fourth and fifth were twins who now could track any prey.
Mother Brown now had five girls who could take care of men
Who hurt or harmed the women folk with nowhere safe to run
They took those hounds down to the place and held them in the creek
Only the weeping willow knew what happened underneath.
When men around began to sense their kind no longer near
They started watching Mother Brown and her five daughters dear
They came with spades and boulders too to pile upon the spot
Where the magic of the Tapu creek came bubbling to the top.
One hundred years soon passed along, that stream lay buried still
The goodness of the magic lost to any living soul
Then one day a man passed through, his willow rod bent down
Telling of the place where magic springs up from the ground.