Song of the Sky Loom

Oh our Mother the Earth, oh our Father the Sky,

Your children are we, and with tired backs

We bring you the gifts that you love.

Then weave for us a garment of brightness;

May the warp be the white light of morning,

May the welft be the red light of evening,

May the fringes be the falling rain,

May the border be the standing rainbow.

Thus weave for us a garment of brightness

That we may walk fittingly where grass is green.

Oh our Mother the Earth, oh our Father the Sky.

Song of the Sky Loom, Tewa

The Tewa Pueblo