Hope, not worry, will prevail.

I'm filled with joy
when the day dawns quietly
over the roof of the sky.

Life was wonderful
in winter
But did winter make me happy?
No, I always worried
about hides for boot-soles
and for boots,
and if there'd be enough
for all of us.
Yes, I worried constantly.

Life was wonderful
in summer
But did summer make me happy?
No, I always worried
about reindeer skins and rugs for the platform.
Yes, I worried constantly

Life was wonderful
when you stood at your fishing-hole
0n the ice.
But was I happy waiting at my fishing hole?

No, I always worried
for my little hook,
in case it never got a bite.
Yes, I worried constantly.

Life was wonderful
when you danced in the feasting house
But did this make me any happier?
No, I always worried
I'd forget my song.
Yes, I worried constantly.

Life was wonderful
And I still feel joy
each time the day-break
whitens the dark sky
each time the sun
climbs over the roof of the sky.

Eskimo song from "Earth Prayers, Cycles of Life"