Speak to me, they speak to me
Of sky and wind, of sea and stone
Of moss and fern and cedar tree
Of cliffs where wild arbutus grow

Speak to me, they speak to me
Of orcas gliding through the deep
Of eagles balancing the wind
Above the waves where salmon leap

Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me

Speak to me, they speak to me
Of deer that browse the twilight fields
Of stony heron keeping watch
For what the silver sea might yield

Speak to me, they speak to me
Of bark canoe and beating drum
Of dancing feet that once obeyed
The rhythm of an ancient song

Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me

Speak to me, they speak to me
Of what has been and what endures
Of summer's bloom and autumn's fade
In the circling of the years

Speak to me, they speak to me
In voices humming in my bone
In whispers rising on my breath
In languages that tell of home

Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me