Robbie Basho
land of our fathers
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Oh my Lord, my Love:
Oh Creator!
We offer Presents,
Presents and Corn.
And our lives, and all we see,
Oh Creator!
We give Thanksgiving to Thee
Oh Lord of Presents,
Presents and Corn.
This is the Land of our Fathers,
This is our Home,
Given to us by our Creator
long time ago, â
No more to roam.
To live in peace and harmony,
Forever.
And love is Life.
And life has Wings
To fly to the arms of the Sun.
And thrill to the charms of the Sun
and Harvest Moon.
Oh Taiowa â
Oh Taiowa,
Creator!