Land of Our Fathers (Hopi Hymn)

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