Hail the sun rises with her gold,
Across the horizon she paints the land
The green great plains lay low
Watching her presence grow
The hills rise to meet her warmth
Desiring the joy she brought to the hamlet
Hail the sun rises with her gold,
Across the horizon she paints the land
The green great plains lay low
Watching her presence grow
The hills rise to meet her warmth
Desiring the joy she brought to the hamlet