Iesous ahatonnia’ (Satb)

Sky Woman, Yäa’tayenhtsihk, fell from the sky at sea.

An island formed on Turtle’s back, Atïio’ diving deep.

From battling Twins rose harmony, creation’s Circle, öniändih.

Singing ahskennon’nia, ahskennon’nia, singing ahskennon’nia.

Then came the missionaries with their own mythology:

a child born to Mother Mary, come to set souls free.

Three Magi bearing gifts they came, led by a star to praise His name.

Iesous ahatonnia’, ahatonnia’, Iesous ahatonnia’.

The Jesuits’ story, fashioned as the Wendat’s own,

drove some toward these new beliefs as death and war had grown.

As conflict grew, division came; the Circle severed, ever changed.

Höndatrawanh, höndatrawanh, höndatrawanh.

Sing thanks to those who’ve come before to teach us harmony.

A world of peace where differences can shape our unity.

True friendship grows a Circle strong, for generations yet to come!

Singing ahskennon’nia, ahskennon’nia, kwaten’ndiyonhrahchondiah.