Sundance


As the day broke
and the night rode back
we stood on the land we would call home.
Out of the dark we came,
Out of the night.
The first of many mornings
in this new place.
When the sun rode
back the mist.
We rose like a strong wave
on land.
Now we are the people
of this place. What burns
through the rain and mist?
What banishes dark?
What makes the children
straight and bright?
What makes the mountain sharp?
The sun is our lord and father.
the bright face at the gate of day.
The comfort of home,
cattle and crop.
Lord of the morning,
Lord of the day.
Lifting our hearts,
we sing his praise.
Dance in his healing rays.


-Quoted from Riverdance. take me back home