KATERI SONG ~ Mohawk ~ (Phonetics)   Day wah nah doon, nay Gah-ah day lee Yoh yah da doo-oon gahn dee go wah Yah day gah nah, gwah yahn day lee Yes-so-ose-oak-loh wahn-nee-yose doon   Gah chee-chee oh, gah chee-jah-lah gahn Ah gwah yoh chee-ee jah nay lah gwah Nay nay ah gwah day sky-eye gay lone Nay Gah-ah-day-lee Day gah gwee dah   Lah dee-lee wah soons nah own gway dah Nah-yoh-lee-whee-ee yose doon hah gay Goon wahn hahs gway nah yoh-oh nyah gay Yah say-ay nay day yoh doon dah doon   Yoh dahn ghee-ohn chee, d-gah nah-ah gay lay Gah-nah wah-gay-ay yoh day gwa sun Ay doh d-ghoon wah-lee-wha-ah wha-say Nah yoh-oh lee we-yose doon hah-gay   Ah say say goon chee yoo-oon hay gway Sah gahn hay yay-ay nay Gah day lee Nay gwah own hah, gahn doo-oon dah dee Yes-so-ose-ee-say, goh no loon gwah   Day wah nah doon, nay Gah-ah day lee Yoh yah dah doo-oon gahn dee go wah Yah day gah nah, gwah yahn day lee Yes-so-ose-oak-loh wahn-nee-yose doon

KATERI SONG  ~ (Mohawk)   Te-wa-na-ton ne Ka-te-ri Io-ia-ta-ton ken-ti ko-wa Iah-te ka-na-kwa-ien-te-ri Ie-sos ok ro-wen-ni-ios ton   Ka-tsi-tsio ka-tsi-tsia-ra-ken A-kwa io-tsi-tsia-ne-ra-kwa Ne-ne a-kwa tes-ki-kie-ren Ne Ka-te-ri Te-ka-kwi-tha   Ra-ti-ri-hwa-sons na-on-kwe-ta Na-io-ri-wi-ios-ton-ha-ke Kon-wann-has-kwe na-io-nia-ke Iah-se ne te-io-ton-ta-ton   Io-ten-kion tsi tka-na-ke-re Kah-na-wa-ke io-te-kwa-sen E-tho tkon-wa-ri-wa-wa-se Na-io-ri-wi-ios-ton-ha-ke   A-se she-kon tsi ion-he kwe Sha-ken-he-ie ne Ka-te-ri Ne kwa ohn-ha-ken ton-ta-ti Ie-sos i-se ko-no-ron-kwa   Te-wa-na-ton ne Ka-te-ri Io-ia-ta-ton ken-ti ko-wa Iah-te ka-na-kwa-ien-te-ri Ie-sos ok ro-wen-ni-ios ton

Kateri Song – English     We sing of one named Kateri A Holy Maiden of Mohawk Tribe Her one true love was Jesus, the Lord, And chosen was she, to be His Bride.   O’ lovely Lily sweet and pure, Most wondrous flower of Indian Race. The likeness of our Kateri Lured by His love the cross to embrace.   Forbidden by her Tribal friends, To follow Christ, her beloved One. When urged to wed, she heard His call. And vowed her love to God’s own Son.   One day she flew from Mohawk shores, To Kahnawake was her flight. And there she felt the worth of His Christ And cared for the needy day and night.   Still very young was Kateri When pain and weakness ended her life “I Love You Jesus” were her words, As heaven replaced her earthly strife.   Upon her deathbed came a great light Her pockmarked face was clean and bright Amazed and awed were all that were there And knew they saw a maiden of prayer   Today we ask this friend of the Lord To listen to our needs as we sing And peace, the fruit of orderliness Our Kateri to us will bring.   Translated by Sr. Catherine Rich & Peg Bova

Sung by: Pat Whyland Recorded at: Silhouettes Music Studios