On a bright day, in the fullness of summer, all gather at a spot where a view of the country may be had. 

Medicine Man 

Behold! Our Mother Earth is lying here, 
Behold! She giveth of her fruitfulness, 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here!

All

We think of Mother Earth who lieth here; 
We know she giveth of her fruitfulness. 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Our thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here! 

Medicine Man 

Behold on Mother Earth the growing fields! 
Behold the promise of her fruitfulness! 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here! 

All 

We see on Mother Earth the growing fields, 
We see the promise of her fruitfulness. 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Our thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here! 

Medicine Man 

Behold on Mother Earth the spreading trees! 
Behold the promise of her fruitfulness! 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here! 

All 

We see on Mother Earth the spreading trees; 
We see the promise of her fruitfulness. 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Our thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here!

Medicine Man

Behold on Mother Earth the running streams!
Behold the promise of her fruitfulness! 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here!

All

We see on Mother Earth the running streams; 
We see the promise of her fruitfulness. 
Truly, her power she giveth to us, 
Our thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here!