I am your child.
I am long summer days,
Mountain, river, plains.
I am free,
to sit under trees and daydream your beauty.
I bravely weather your storms, or your fires...
I am loyal, and thankful, feel your spirit, take pride in your name!
And praise the Lord,
That people, long before and since I,
Arrived here, and made you their home,
So that I may be, your faithful child, pondering...
My passion and my delight in such a guardian, and friend, as you!