Land of Our Fathers (Hopi Hymn) lyrics

Oh my Lord, my Love, oh Creator We offer presents, presents and the corn And our lives and all we see Oh Creator We give Thanksgiving to Thee Oh Lord of presents, presents and the corn This is the land of our fathers This is our home, given to us by our Creator long time ago Long time ago, no more to roam To live in peace and harmony forever And Love is Life and Life has wheats To fly to the arms of the Sun and thrill to the charms of the Sun And Harvest Moon Oh Taiowa, Taiowa, Creator