LYRIC

Going down the Katenu River, from the Enos
Traveling the water ways of our Ancestors, rivers of time
Cyprus, Cedar and Pine
Painted paddles in our hand
Pouring through the Sacred Land
Water songs, spirit and rhythm align

Blessings, as we look to our Father Sky
Seeing the eagle, lift our oars up high
In Thanksgiving protocol we ask permission to dip way down
The Mother's life blood flow, through our Sacred Ground

Chorus:
My People, My Land
My People, My Land
This is the way that life was given
The way we were made to stand

My People, My Land
My People, My Land
Honor all creation
Reverence for this way of life

(Canoe Song Chant)

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