WILD SPIRIT ("Ebbie"1991)

Traveled north from Seattle in the year of '88
In search of "Alaska" and praying I wasn't too late.
I stopped in Juneau on my way through the great Inside;
Fell in love with the city - it was the end of my ride.

Chorus:
Wild Spirit, Wild Spirit, O Juneau, I sing of thee!
Thy breath is the wind, thy home is the mountains and sea,
Thy soul is the people who choose to live here with love.
Wild Spirit, unfettered but by high sky above!

There is no railroad and we have just one double-lane.
(When you hear a semi, it's just a tiny floatplane)
With guitars and fiddles we sing away our cares,
Sweet music escaping into the tangy air.

We're bankers and hippies and government workers here.
We're fishers and teachers and pilots of water and air.
And great artists and writers- we all make this our home
In the whistlingest, huggingest, happiest town I've known!

Juneau, Alaska, 46 miles long, one mile wide. 7-day Folk Festival; opera, symphony, brass marching band, jazz and classics festival, lots of folk, country, blues, Irish/Gaelic bands; recording studios, LOTS of homemade music; 5 levels of live theatre.

I like it here. :)

Ebbie