Beneath the wide and endless skies,
The spirit of the eagle flies,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The echoes of the past arise.

The river’s song, it guides the way,
For those who tread both night and day,
On paths their ancestors once laid,
In harmony, their souls conveyed.

The stories told by firelight,
Of battles fought and sacred rites,
Preserve the wisdom, ancient, bright,
In every dawn, in every night.

With hearts that beat as one with Earth,
They honor life, they honor birth,
In every dance, in every mirth,
The essence of their sacred worth.