These wonderful ones

These wonderful ones

Follow me to the land of Menominee.

That dwells in the land of the free.

For great are these Warriors you see.

For through thick or thin.

These Warriors have fought too win.

The battles for old Glory to fly in the wind.

For they are my friends you see.

For great is their friendship in the land of the free.

For they put love and honor beyond all that is free.

For great is their faith in the human race.

To befriend them is no mistake.

For to Father sun and Mother earth.

And the Great Spirit they are one.

As too the morning sky when I arise.

I pray to the Great Spirit they will always abide.

For if the torch of freedom is ever at stake.

I know at my side they will always abide.

For Old Glory must forever fly.

Great is the Menominee faith.

As too the Great Spirit they are one.

And too them I am one.

These daughters and sons.

Who to all of nature is one.

For great are they under the Creators sun.

These Menominees.

These wonderful ones