Do not take the pastures of our life away,
Come water the dying shrubs of our heart,
Let the creatures of our soul be strong to play,
Ignite within us the dark and lonely path,

Come and rebuild the forests of our skin,
Prevent the desert from taking over our peace,
Let your fury to destroy overlook our supposed sin,
For we are longing for a fountain's kiss.

Rejoice, rejoice my friends in the realm,
For our saviour has come to heal us all,
Our roots have touched his cloth's hem,
We have secured a future where none will fall,

The rivers of life have watered the forest floor,
Our green friends will surely rise again,
Our suppressed voices shall once again roar,
As we celebrate the final end of our pain.