A northbound path

Alone I walk this land

These lordless fields

Untouched by man

Through the narrow woods

Trees shield the wind

Just a whistling sound

Desolation becomes me

The sound of the river

The source to my life

I walk along her

Adoring her pristine sight

I am of the earth

The past is my blood

Ancestors rebirth

My seed grows

Under this majestic mountain

There is a prosperous field

This will be my homeland

Where my river streams

Stone build on stone

Walls become to keep

The outside at a distance

My blood within reach

A body well worn

Scars of life

Here I live

Here I die

The sound of the river

The source to my life

I walk along her

Adoring her pristine sight