Between the rivers wide, in the plains and mountains, and down in the valleys low
In the high trees and fields green, and the deserts in witch no seed can sow
There lays a maiden so majestic, her grace would make any man fancy
She’s everywhere we go, taking care of our paucity
A woman so caring, and loving, she holds us all in her arms
And gives us scenes of beauty that are the of greatest of charms
Her reach is long, stretching across all the lands
And caressing all of us with Nature’s hands.