From the roots of a past we learn and we grow,
stories of old and the winds that blow,
with them passed on through the hands of time,
echoes of ancestors and our hearts and minds,
and the fields of our dreams that our seeds have been shown,
with the strength of our kin we stand on our own,
through the trials and the tears we carry the flame,
each generation adds to the name,
looking forward with hope our future is in sight,
guided by the stars and the darkest of nights,
with the lessons we've learned in the past we pave,
we honor the past and the life that they gave,
as the rivers flow on and the mountains turn tall,
we find our way and hear the call,
and the tapestry of time our thread hands are one,
we are the locals here,
let's reach them by,
generations,
generations,
generations,
generations