The mother of us all,
the oldest of us all,
hard,
splendid as rock
Whatever there is that is of the land
it is she
who nourishes it,
it is the Earth
that I sing
Whoever you are,
howsoever you come
across her sacred ground
you of the sea,
you that fly,
it is she
who nourishes you
she,
out of her treasures
Beautiful children
beautiful harvests
are achieved from you
The giving of life itself,
the taking of it back.
