I did, I came back to the Yukon
And Lord, what a glorious sight
For I'm sure that if God doesn't live here
That He comes here to sleep every night
Cradled here in these valleys of splendour
Fast asleep on a carpet of green
I'll bet even His senses surrender
In this land-the most wondrous I've seen
Where the air is so clean it's intoxic
The snow-pure white there in the pass
And this lake is so clear it reminds me
Of liquid and rippling glass
I'm sure that somebody once told me
Heaven dwelt in the northernmost sky
And now that I'm back in the Yukon
I surely can understand why.
Written in 1998.
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Reviewed on February 19, 2003
Bravo and thumbs-up on, "I Came Back To The YUkon". You make me long for something, as you long for the Yukon.
Bonnie
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