Who?
Who lights the stars that twinkle at night?
Who makes the snow so pure and white?
Who makes the heat, the cold, the air?
Who makes the flowers with beauty so rare?
Who makes the winter wind fiercely blow?
Who makes the water to ebb and flow?
Who makes the hills and valleys so grand?
Who makes the sky, the sea and the land?
Who makes the night? Who makes the day?
Who cheers the traveler on his way?
Who fills the mountains with silver and gold?
Who (when the traveler is weary and old)
Opens the gates, when no more we can roam,
And bids us to enter our Heavenly home?