Oh mother of the earth and father of the sky,

your children are we with tired backs

We bring you the gifts of love

Then weave us a garment of brightness

May the warp be the white light of the morning

May the weft be the red light of the evening

May the frienges be 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,
Oh our Mother Earth, Oh our Father Sky.