| Lyrics: | 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.
Three years from the war, settled
down now.
I did my time and served my country well.
In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath
the North Star,
And I just don't know a better way to feel.
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.
It's a quiet life out here among the
mountains
in a cabin that was built with these two hands.
McCarthy lies asleep beside
the glacier. It's colder now, winter's in the air.
If you think they're wild, it's just because
they can't be broken,
it's a strong and gentle people living there.
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.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by
so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you. |
