The language of my people is difficult for you to understand:
So I will write this in your tongue.
‘Singing Woman Lake’ is my people's name for her;
But she is known by you as, ‘Rhapsody In Blue’.
Always a song was on her waters calling to us:
To rise up in the morning;
To eat our morning meal facing her;
To hunt along the hem of her skirt;
To fish, to swim, to dance;