I will shout with a sound
I will shout for the tree
I will shout for the spirit
That's inside of me
Where the waves may rise
And the fire's been coming
My people, my people
Will be undone
I will shout with a sound
I will shout for the tree
I will shout for the spirit
That's inside of me
Where the waves may rise
And the fire's been coming
My people, my people
Will be undone
The sun, the sea, and ground had built
The woods, the woods
The woods, the woods
The sun, the sea, and ground had built
The woods, the woods
The woods, the woods
The sun, the sea, and ground had built (O'Cascadia)
The woods, the woods
The woods, the woods
The sun, the sea, and ground had built (O'Cascadia)
The woods, the woods
The woods, the woods