John Denver

When I was a child and I lived in the city
I dreamed of Alaska so far away
And I dreamed I was flying over mountains and glaciers
Somehow I knew that Id live there one day

Well, it took me some growin and a fair bit of schoolin
And a little bit of trouble to get on the move
And I felt like a loser, but I turned out the winner
When I came to Alaska, the land that I love
Heres to Alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to Alaska and me

I was born in a cabin on Little Mul chatna
Raised in hard times but I had a good life
>From the first time I flew with my father a singin
I knew that I?d wind up a bush pilots wife
We sleep near the sound of a slow running river
Wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain
We live every day like the first or the last one
With nothing to lose and heaven to gain
Heres to Alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to Alaska and me
Oh, for a fire on a cold winters night
Once more to gaze at the great Northern lights
For all of the beauty my children will see
Heres to Alaska and me
Heres to Alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to Alaska and me
Oh, heres to Alaska and me
Enjoy one and all...
Ken Reynolds
ltwy46b@prodigy.com