I was in Alaska, shovelling the snow
When I heard your song come on the radio
It was such a sweet sound, and I cannot let go
Won't you come on over, be my eskimo?
I see the sun
And I see the rain
Oh, I see when you die
And I see again
I was in Nevada, walking in the sun
When I felt your spirit blow across my hand
It was such a sweet touch to help me understand
Where to find the water and how to be a man
I see the sun
And I see the rain
Oh, I see when you die
And I see again
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