"Heart Of Ifugao" lyrics

In the heart of the mountains
Gold gently shines
Not in coins or crowns
But in rice that defines

There's a legacy carved
By the hands of time
Oh, Banaue's steps
Majestic and sublime

Oh Ifugao, you're a living art divine
Cradle of culture, spirit, and sign
In your hands, golden grains grow true
And your women hold grace
The world never knew

As the morning wakes
With the breath of trees
There's a lullaby
Whispering in the breeze
Stone and wood tells a tale
Of warriors brave
And a heart that never fails

Oh Ifugao, you're a living art divine
Cradle of culture, spirit, and sign
In your hands, golden grains grow true
And your women hold grace
The world never knew

Every table served, each grain of rice
Is a story, a labor of love
In every woman—mother, maiden, or child
Is the fire of the mountains
Fierce and wild

Oh Ifugao, you're the jewel of the land
With silver steps carved by sacred hands
In these lands, golden grains grow true
And your women hold grace
The world never knew

(The land it speaks in winds and streams)
(With every echo—ancestral dreams)
In these lands
(The land it speaks in winds and streams)
Golden grains grow true
And your women hold grace
The world never knew