The Wrangell Mountain Song

Sunday, and it's raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven't seen the sun.

Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.

I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.

Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly

When I can't wait to get back home to you.