Peter Bird - We sing of the lands - текст песни (слова)

We sing of the lands that are lost to us,
 and the times that may never come again.
 
 Where is the forest of the ancient trees?
 Where are the salmon leaping in the streams?
 Where are the meadows where the deer ran free?
 Where are the lands of our ancestors?
 
 When will the glaciers bloom on the peak?
 When will the rivers run down to the sea?
 When will the corals bloom on the reef?
 Not in our time, nor our children's.
 
 Forgive us, Great Mother.
 Have mercy, Great Mother.
 Forgive us, Great Mother.
 We have lost the way.