This is a song upon our land, And the mighty ocean, Which projects an image, hand in hand, That set all life in motion. Blest be our waves, and rolling hills, Where we make our homes, Where we sit contented, very still, Exploring things unknown. How would we live, without our culture, Singing in the rain? Threatening lives, left for the vultures, For the risk they may live in vain. Love for those who deserve it, Who give more than they desire Whom consume more than they conserve it, And keep more than is required. So, be thankful for the lives we live, For we only get one chance, If it weren't for gifts, what would we give? If at life was my last glance?