Over hundreds of miles
Under Alaska Skies
They journey from the mountains to the sea
Their language of love under skies above
Is the one thing that keeps them wild and free
From the Porcupine River to the Canning they will roam
Over weary months to reach their Arctic home
They're drawn to the land from which they grew
It's the home of the mighty caribou

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And the moon's on the rise
Over Alaska Skies
And it lights up the night like the sun
And the great spririt sings
With the hawk on the wing
And it circles the land that it loves
And looks down on Alaska from above

The snow geese they fly
Under Alaska Skies
As they heed a primal calling in the wind
The Hulahula River it winds below
And the wildflowers grow like grains of sand
And like the herds of buffalo
From ages long ago
They can see a hundred thousand on the land
One thing's still true under skies of blue
It's the home of the mighty caribou

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But darkness may rise
Under Alaska Skies
As the black money courses in its veins
The grizzly bears know under ice and snow
Is the thing that could kill the coastal plains
And as the night slowly falls
The timber wolf call
Sounds out a message that remains
They live in the land that no man should subdue
Its the home of the mighty caribou

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Yes the moon's on the rise
Over Alaska Skies
And it lights up the land it holds true
And watches over the mighty caribou