I was in Alaska, shovelling the snow When I heard your song come on the radio It was such a sweet sound, and I cannot let go Won't you come on over, be my eskimo? I see the sun And I see the rain Oh, I see when you die And I see again I was in Nevada, walking in the sun When I felt your spirit blow across my hand It was such a sweet touch to help me understand Where to find the water and how to be a man I see the sun And I see the rain Oh, I see when you die And I see again