The cool breeze drifts in from the Khentii Range
A sacred place where ancient kings and queens lie buried
Soon, the rain is upon us and we take shelter in the ger
Our beautiful hostess greets us dressed in delicate silk
She sets out dried cheese curds and a platter of bread
A bowl of milk tea is passed around in honor of our arrival
We then savor a bowl of fermented mares milk
Oh you proud and independent people of the earth
Your lifestyles are an important link to Mongolia’s heritage
Moving livestock to green locations and setting up the ger
We are in awe of your lives in the harsh reality of the steppes
Nomads of Mongolia, may your traditions and culture live on