South of Alaska the wind blows cold
But the plane grinds through the sky.
The farthest North I've ever been
As I southbound, homeward fly.
By a curious, timely twist of fate
I am brought back to your shore
And whether or not I arrive too late
I'll be changed for ever more.
South of Alaska the wind blows strong
But the 'plane won't find the night
For the earth spins 'round and the day is long
On this grueling three-day flight.
I retrace my steps of ten years ago
Now an older, sober man
And I ponder, wonder if you know
That I follow a heavenly plan.
South of Alaska the Kurils stretch
They deflect me from the Pole
And I sense the gentle southward fetch
As I travel to mend my soul.
You'll be waiting there with a love untold
And with arms to welcome me.
South of Alaska the wind blows cold
And it blows to set me free.