On the oceans of Alaska
This fisherman toils at his trade
Out on the water
The world for which he was made
Only but not lonely
He's busy just all of the time
Trolling for salmon
The king, the top of the line
    Pulling and gaffing and gutting them clean
    Life on the ocean isn't all it might seem
    Fish poison and backache and a five-gallon can
    All fall to the lot of this sea-faring man
       But at night he'll watch the Northern Lights
       Stream across the sky
       Silver and gold in ripples and folds
       Of a purple scar flung high
       Green canopy of the Northern Lights!
       Gleaming stars hang nigh
       All nourish his soul in the crystal cold
       Alone in the Northern Lights
       Alone in the Northern Lights...