give me a place view a view,
a way to reach up and touch you,
four fingers of stone
and opportunity to worship and learn.
give me the long quiet road,
through fields long over-plowed,
a home at the end,
for myself, and friends,
and the peace for which I've yearned.
give me my inheritance in trees,
where birds are fish set free,
broad waves of green
who are what they mean,
and I have no wealth left to spurn.
give me nothing I haven't earned,
let me toil, let me harvest, let me learn,
let me build with my hands
these earth-crafted lands,
let me appreciate your hard work in turn.