LAND OF HERITAGE
You hold our story,
In your very large hands,
Like treasure in a chest,
Valuable is our story,
So are your hands that held it.
Your voice speaks culture, shouts tradition,
And reveals indigenous peculiarities,
From your deep roots have grown time tested branches.
In your very large hands,
Like treasure in a chest,
Valuable is our story,
So are your hands that held it.
Your voice speaks culture, shouts tradition,
And reveals indigenous peculiarities,
From your deep roots have grown time tested branches.
Like a mother with a large heart,
You extended your warm hand,
To all that trace their steps to you,
Giving generously to them,
The gifts that mother nature,
Has so endowed you with.
You extended your warm hand,
To all that trace their steps to you,
Giving generously to them,
The gifts that mother nature,
Has so endowed you with.
With your land mass, you support thousands of body mass,
As you hold up their feet, with your ground.
Trees grow, and fruits are harvested,
