[male
vocals] (
Soft
morning
wind,
gentle
birdsong,
lone
warm
piano
melody)
The
sun
rises
slowly
over
the
red
earth
A
new
day
calls
out
to
the
silent
fields
Peace
lingers
in
the
dew
of
the
morning
Before
the
shadows
start
to
grow
long
I
walk
the
path
where
my
father
stood
Looking
at
the
horizon
where
the
forest
meets
the
sky
The
breeze
carries
stories
of
the
seasons
past
Life
moves
steady
like
the
river
flowing
by
Children
play
near
the
compound
walls
Laughter
rings
out
under
the
clear
blue
light
There
is
a
rhythm
in
the
way
the
wind
calls
Guided
by
the
stars
that
watched
over
the
night
Oh,
the
land
holds
the
breath
of
our
history
Deep
in
the
roots
where
the
ancient
winds
blow
We
are
the
spirit
of
the
motherland
standing
Moving
with
the
tide,
watching
the
world
go
Shadows
of
the
motherland,
keeping
the
light
Steady
and
calm
in
the
golden
heat
of
day
Gathering
the
harvest
in
the
golden
haze
Working
with
hands
that
know
the
soil
so
well
Simple
moments
in
the
light
of
our
days
Stories
in
the
dust
that
the
elders
tell
There
is
no
hurry
in
the
pulse
of
the
earth
Just
the
harmony
of
lives
lived
with
grace
Knowing
the
value
of
what
we
are
worth
Finding
the
comfort
in
this
sacred
space
Oh,
the
land
holds
the
breath
of
our
history
Deep
in
the
roots
where
the
ancient
winds
blow
We
are
the
spirit
of
the
motherland
standing
Moving
with
the
tide,
watching
the
world
go
Shadows
of
the
motherland,
keeping
the
light
Steady
and
calm
in
the
golden
heat
of
day
Soft
strings
swell
like
the
tide
coming
in
Deep
cello
resonates
with
a
gentle
hum
Deep
cello
resonates
with
a
gentle
hum
Peace
is
a
circle
where
we
all
begin
Waiting
for
the
promise
of
the
days
to
come
Oh,
the
land
holds
the
breath
of
our
history
Deep
in
the
roots
where
the
ancient
winds
blow
We
are
the
spirit
of
the
motherland
standing
Moving
with
the
tide,
watching
the
world
go
Shadows
of
the
motherland,
keeping
the
light
Steady
and
calm
in
the
golden
heat
of
day
The
sun
sets
low
on
the
horizon
line
Quiet
settles
on
the
valley
floor
Everything
is
steady,
everything
is
fine
Home
is
the
peace
we
are
searching
for (
Fading
piano
and
distant
haunting
violin)