There are times I fear I lose myself, I don't know who I am,

I get caught up in the struggle and the strain.

With my back against a stone wall, my finger in the dam,

I'm losing strength and going down again.

When I take a look around me, my eyes can't find the sun, there's nothing wild as far as I can see.

Then my heart turns to Alaska and freedom on the run, I can hear her spirit calling me

to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.

To the forests, I'll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.



Oh, I know sometimes I worry on worldly ways and means, and I can see the future killing me.

On a misbegotten highway of prophesies and dreams, a road to nowhere and eternity.

And I know it's just changes and mankind marching on, I know we can't live in yesterday.

But compared to what we're losing and what it means to me,

I'd give my life and throw the rest away

to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.

To the forests, I'll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.

to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.

To the forests, I'll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.