Corn From the Field

Corn from the field be spread, then picked with gentle hands

Hands that have lived through triumphs and tribulations of the past

At last we feast together, no matter the skin, no matter the language

We gather the corn, the fruits, the nuts the earths harvest, the pheasant

Make us fishers of men, our catch we break bread and fillet our meat

The turkey be brought to our table, as we give grace, and thanks to our

Land, our life our people, no more bloodshed, no more war, but peace

A victory we eat, greet with respect, shake thine hand and know our names

For the sake of unity, harmony, and freedom, let's  bring down the corn

Look across the barren fields, as we reseed for the next year we give grace

Live together with thine brother and sister in a land we live through sacrifice

The color of wheat, the squash, the carvings of the turkey, be nourished for this day

From thine rib to your heart, to your head be fed by the corn from the field our native land

We give thanks