Douglas Penick

Khye Ma
The hosts of bright stars are ours
As they shine down upon our land.
Shining down upon our land,
Leaping from the Big Dipper
The dragon of silver light hovers in the night.
Ah. Ah. The ancestor does not forget us.

From the black depth of the universe,
He glitters like the eyes of the sky.
He glitters like the eyes of the sky
And during the whole night,
He will watch over our house, our hearth, our friends.
Ah Ah. The ancestor does not forget.

When day breaks, the stars will fade.
The dragon's light will not be seen.
When the sun sets and he returns,
The dragon's light will then be seen
Leaping through the evening breeze,
The silent guardian of our rest.

Calling us onward
Each by name,
Ah. Ah. The ancestor does not forget us.