In Her Hands
O lady toil the Earth with care
Nurturing birth with her soil
In darkness roots began to coil
And stretch to depths that lead them there
Onwards the go to seek fresh air
To see the sky in Springtime’s foil
The gift of life from Winter’s spoil
This pure delight is ours to share.
O Mother Earth who feeds the lands
With joyous love for our employ
The first Spring blooms her clear envoi
On highest mountain where she stands
To salty waves upon the sands
She grants new life and brings us joy
Each man, woman, each girl and boy
The breath of life is in her hands
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