Where the green hills shoulder the rain,
Where the river cuts stone in its sleep,
An old wind rises through the heather,
And wakes the roots below the deep.
From the salt edge to the high pass,
Every living thing takes its place.
Galicia, wild and breathing,
Hold the mountain, guard the sea.
Through the fern and flying water,
Life runs fierce and free.
Galicia, heart of weather,
Ancient paths beneath our feet.
Every dawn begins again here,
Where the land and ocean meet.
A wolf prints silence in the birchwood,
A heron lifts above the reeds,
The dark earth keeps its patient promise,
The tide returns to feed the seed.
From the salt edge to the high pass,
Every living thing takes its place.
Galicia, wild and breathing,
Hold the mountain, guard the sea.
Through the fern and flying water,
Life runs fierce and free.
Galicia, heart of weather,
Ancient paths beneath our feet.
Every dawn begins again here,
Where the land and ocean meet.
Stone remembers, forests answer,
Clouds move over ancient ground.
We are guests beneath this vastness,
Keep its wonder safe and sound.
Galicia, wild and breathing,
Hold the mountain, guard the sea.
Through the fern and flying water,
Life runs fierce and free.
Galicia, heart of weather,
Ancient paths beneath our feet.
Every dawn begins again here,
Where the land and ocean meet.
Where the land and ocean meet.
