A song for Quechua boys and girls!

Manwe's panpipe song







I am a song
that trills and trongs
That soars beyond the sky
Lift me past the mountains
Sing and play for Viracocha
Let me be the one to bring
a tear for Manwe to his eye
Oh creator root of all
Viracocha end of all
Lord in shining garments hear
these humble shepherd calls
The llamas cease their grazing
when his panpipe song is praising
For he plays the Incan music
The ancient Incan music
Eternal like the ychu grass
Old as the canyon walls