And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first

And I will drink the clear, clean water for to quench my thirst

And I shall watch the ferry-boats, and they'll get high

On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky

And I will never grow so old again

And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain

Oh, whoa-oh, sweet thing

Oh, whoa-oh, whoa, sugar baby

Oh, whoa-oh, sweet thing

Fly a Charlton Kite today...

Images and Motion by Henry Cousins exploring the beautiful black sand beaches of New Zealand.