Thursday, October 16, 2008

Wasilla Bonita

by Sarah Failin


Last night I dreamed of Alaska
Just like I’d never leave, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like an iceberg,
it all seems like yesterday, not far away.

Icy chill the arctic breeze
all of nature wild and free
this is where I long to be,
Wasilla bonita

And when the native man drums
the sun still wouldn't shine,
rings in my ears and shut my eyes,
my Aleutian lullaby

I fell in love with some Eskimo
Blizzard winds carried on the bergs,
I barely heard

Txin Yaktakuq.
I prayed that the days would last
they went so fast

I want to be where the moose walk the streets.
When it’s time for napping you can watch them stroll by.
Beautiful beasts, with no cares in this world,
where a girl loves to hunt and the hunted,
run …like hell



Last night I dreamed of my Eskimo
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Icy chill the arctic breeze
all of nature wild and free
this is where I long to be,
Wasilla bonita

And when the native man drums
the sun still wouldn't shine,
ring through my ears and shut my eyes,
my Aleutian lullaby

La la la la la la la
Txin Yaktakuq
La la la la la la la
Txin Yaktakuq

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