David Rovics. Alaska. Zeneszám

Her hair is straight and long
Like the fishing docks below
Her face is pale and soft
Like the gently falling snow
Her legs run like the wind
Whipping through the mountains
Her eyes shed tears of gold
Like the precious running fountain

And someday if I take a notion
I'll slip away across the frozen ocean

Her heart beats deep and slow
As the hibernating brown
She sparkles as she moves
Like some ancient angel's gown
And I will be with her
From the Tongass to the Tundra
And we'll watch the breezes blow
From Glennallen to Cordova

And someday if I take a notion
I'll slip away across the frozen ocean

And in the summer months we'll walk
'Neath the sun at midnight
And as the evening grows
We'll bank the stove by moonlight
And when the morning comes
I'll drink of your sweet sorrow
I'll lay there in your arms
With not a care about tomorrow

And someday if I take a notion
I'll slip away across the frozen ocean