Oh our Mother the Earth oh our Father the Sky
Your children are we
with tired backs we bring you the gifts you love
So weave for us a garment of brightness
May the warp be the white light of the morning
May the weft be the red light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow
Weave for us this bright garment
that we may walk where birds sing
where grass is green
Oh our Mother the Earth oh our Father the Sky
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