song of the sky loom(tewa indian)

o our mother the Earth, oh our father the sky
your childrens are we, and with tired backs
we bring you the gifts that you love
then weave for us a garment of brightness
may the warp be the white light of morning
may the weft be the red light of evening
may the fringes be the falling rain
may the border be the standing rainbow
thus weave for us a garment of brightness
that we may walk fittingly were birds sing
that we may walk fittingly where grass is green
oh our mother the Earth! oh our father the Sky!