( Lyrics from a Native American poem from Tewa )



O our Mother the Earth, o our Father the Sky,

Your children are we, and with tired backs

We bring you the gifts you love.

Then wave for us a garment of brightness;

May the warp be the white light of morning

May the weft be the red light of evening

May the fringes be the falling rain

May the border be the standing rainbow

Thus weave for us a garment of brightness

That we may walk fittingly where birds sing

That we may walk fittingly where grass is green

O, our mother the earth

O, our father the sky