This land sings with a will of its own This land sings with a will of its own Hear every tree every rock every stone Every hill and river, every ancestor's bone This land breathes with a will of its own This land breathes with a will of its own From the Spring of the Maiden to the Winter of the Crone Where the seed is planted and the grain is grown This land cries with a will of its own This land cries with a will of its own We feel your anger and we hear you groan In the storm, in the twister, in the hurricane's moan This land rules with a will of its own This land rules with a will of its own All four corners where the four winds have blown From the deepest desert to the arctic zone This land lives with a will of its own This land lives with a will of its own We feel your heartbeat and you're not alone We have caused you to suffer and we must atone This land sings with a will of its own This land sings with a will of its own Hear every tree every rock every stone Every hill and river, every ancestor's bone