Big were his hands with strength.
See how he tears the mountain like a yam!
See how the lost ones
Dance forth to greet the day!
IV
(He Makes Fire)
Our land was cold and dying.
He waved his hand and lo!
Lightning leapt from cloudless skies;
Big were his hands with strength.
See how he tears the mountain like a yam!
See how the lost ones
Dance forth to greet the day!
IV
(He Makes Fire)
Our land was cold and dying.
He waved his hand and lo!
Lightning leapt from cloudless skies;