Alaska, with your mountains
That tower mightily over the clouds
Those majestic blue mountains
Topped with fog and snow

Alaska, with your deep valleys
Brown and green under the ever-present sun
Your rivers that weave in and out like braided rope
Your great blue glaciers that carve the land
Like a sculptor digging out clay with his hands

The great cold waters that
Cradle the fragile land
In their strong embrace
Keeping true to the Great Balance
That governs all things

Alaska, the virgin land
With nature so pure
And life that flourishes
Undisturbed, untouched
The essence of life flows through your veins,
The essence of purity
Never to be fowled by the dirty clutches of man

Alaska!
Never has a truer name been given,
for you truly are
The Great Land!