| When I was a child and I lived in the city
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| I dreamed of Alaska so far away
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| and I dreamed I was flying over mountains and glaciers
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| somehow I knew that I’d live there one day
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| Well it took me some growin’and a fair bit of schoolin'
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| and a little bit of trouble to get on the move
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| and I felt like a loser but I turned out the winner
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| when I came to Alaska the land that I love
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| Rit: Here’s to Alaska, here’s to the people
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| here’s to the wild and here’s to the free
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| here’s to my life in a chosen country
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| here’s to Alaska and me.
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| I was born in a cabin on little Mulchatna
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| raised in hard times but I had a good life
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| from the first time I flew with my father a singin'
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| I knew that I’d wind up a bush pilot’s wife.
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| We sleep near the sound of a slow running river
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| and wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain
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| and we live every day like the first or the last one
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| with nothing to lose and heaven to gain.
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| Rit: Here to Alaska…
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| Oh, for a fire on a cold winter’s night
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| and once more to gaze at the great northern lights
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| for all of the beauty my children will see
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| here’s to Alaska and me.
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| Here’s to Alaska, here’s to the people
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| here’s to the wild and here’s to the free
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| here’s to my life in a chosen country
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| here’s to Alaska and me oh, here’s to Alaska and me |