| Lyrics: | Our land, our land, our fatherland,
Sound loud, O name of worth!
No mount that meets the
heaven's band.
No hidden vale, no wavewashed strand.
Is loved, as is our native
North.
Our own forefathers' earth.
Thy blossom, in the bud laid low,
Yet ripened shall
upspring.
See! From our love once more shall grow
Thy light, thy joy, thy hope, thy
glow!
And clearer yet one day shall ring
The song our land shall sing.
Sent by Carlos
Andr Pereira da Silva Branco |
