O NATIVE LAND

O Sierra Loa, the mountain of lions A land of thy free, O native land. A symbol of God's majestic hand A nation so small yet peaceful and grand. Beneath your ever clear sky Merry mountains and gay valleys lie. Home to air that touches hearts far and wide. For you my song and hymns will always bide. Your rivers, your vast and wide seas As blue as the eyes of lion mountains Flow like the taps of royal fountains. The beauty of you my eyes will always see. Oh native land, my home, my heart In you I found the courage since the very start To wave through the storms of our gloomy past. The love in you, o native land, all my worries I cast.