As the rain pounds the ground Like a symphony of natures rage To the chorus of the winds that howl Like the wolves in the hills This land is cold, Bitter and dead The trees are barren As the season brings Winters chill I sleep under a blanket of stars I see Mountains etched into earth This land shows it's strength awaiting it's rebirth When spring brings life to us all And the waters are calm, once again And When the land is fertile and the days are long And the warmth of the sun embraces my skin I know this is where I belong