Mother Earth wakes him slowly
She whispers in his ear
No matter that he’s lowly
She hugs him, calls him dear

She knows how much he loves her
His heart is with her all the time
She is his life, she’s really sure
They are intertwined

Sparrows chirp good-morning, sir
As he passes by
He smooths his brother’s fur
The Sun shines from the sky

Cool waters wash his face
He slakes his morning thirst
Now it becomes a race
Who’s going to be first

To lick the morning-dew
Feel the launching of the wind
For of us, there still are few
We know where it begins

To feel the earth beneath our feet
Muddy toes and dirty hands
There’s nothing that can beat
Our emotions toward the land

Now, I might be an urbanite
But inside I’m countrified
I love the sun and blackest night
As each hold the country-side

So often when I am feeling hurt
I go outside and look around
I bend over, touch the dirt
And forget I’m stuck in town

Mother, please keep giving me
Strength to carry through my sorrow
I hope that you will somehow see
I’m ready for tomorrow