Blessed are the voices that rise on the winds
Blessed are the winds that carry the song
And blessings upon the hands
That heal the land
Blessings upon each hill and stream
Blessings upon each vale and river
May we hold this land sacred
And bring healing upon her
Blessed are her waters deep
Blessed are her highest peaks
Blessed are those that stand with her
And sing the healing song
Blessed are her fire trees
Blessed are her granite bones
Blessed and blessed again
Are her waters bright
Blessed is her shroud of white
Blessed are her fruit and flower
Blessed thrice are her bounties
That sustain us all
Blessed are her singers
That sing the healing song
And blessed are her guardians
That fight when she is wronged
A song of healing upon our lips
A song of blessing we do bestow
May our voices rise high upon the wind
And carry the healing song