I will shout with a sound I will shout for the tree I will shout for the spirit That's inside of me Where the waves may rise And the fire's been coming My people, my people Will be undone I will shout with a sound I will shout for the tree I will shout for the spirit That's inside of me Where the waves may rise And the fire's been coming My people, my people Will be undone The sun, the sea, and ground had built The woods, the woods The woods, the woods The sun, the sea, and ground had built The woods, the woods The woods, the woods The sun, the sea, and ground had built (O'Cascadia) The woods, the woods The woods, the woods The sun, the sea, and ground had built (O'Cascadia) The woods, the woods The woods, the woods