I know a place.
It’s just outside your window,
With mesmerising beauty;
You can’t begin to fathom.
In this place,
Are our people;
With skins,
That glistens in the sun.
We take pleasure,
in our nights.
As we beat our drums,
To the howls of our hounds.
Our brother is the wind;
Our sister,
In her we swim.
Leap into the bosom,
Of my spirit;
And watch in awe,
As we dance to the voice of the mountains.
Come to my land.
Wallow in its beauty;
Unfold the essence of who we are;
Hear our voices and tremble.
Come with me.
And I’ll show you that world,
That’s just outside,
Your window.
