Child of the mountains, child of the plains,
You will carry the woods in your hands,
You will have green lawns in the forest,
You will grow with the year and the moon.

Child of the river, child of the sun,
You will sleep at the rim of the sky,
You will hear on the hickory wind
Whisperings from the tales of time.

Child of the sunset, child of the dawn,
Tomorrow's wildflowers are yours,
And you will learn that love infolds
The heart to give it dreams to sing.

Author Unknown