Picton Pickin'
Parked my car in Wellington
One night up on the hill.
The sun came up, I grabbed my stuff
And I headed for the pier.
I got to my car and screamed "Oh no!"
And cursed that Welly ass
Who made off with my iPod
And smashed my window glass.
Picton pickin, Picton pickin
Is the ferry sinkin' as I'm singin?
Picton's where I'd rather wash ashore.
Picton pickin, Picton pickin
Where the dolphins dive
And the seals are swimmin.
Picton's the place I really,
Truly do adore.
Don't need your Philadelphia.
I can't breathe in ol' L.A.
New York's alright just for a week
And Auckland for a day.
Somewhere down south I left my soul
In the sounds of magical Marlborough.
And the time of reckoning I reckon
To Picton I will go.
Up and down these coasts I fly
Marooned up in the air.
A million tiny paper cuts
Upon my heart so fair.
But when I see the glistening
Of Picton's emerald shores,
My pain it melts into the sea
And happiness restores.e night
Copyright 2017. Written and composed by Melissa Cox. Engineered and produced by Melissa Cox. Vocals, guitar, mandolin, whistle by Melissa Cox. Bass by Matt Smith. Violin by Erin Flynn. Photo of the Marlborough Sounds (Picton) by Melissa Cox.
