The Eskimo
Far away in the land of ice and snow
Where the deer and the timber wolf roam
There's a man that's part Swede and part Eskimo
This cold, bitter land he calls home

His hair is brown like the bark of a tree
His skin as fair as the snow
His eyes are cold blue as the tumultuous sea
His back as strong as the bow

All winter he fishes the cold frozen sea
He's a fisherman by trade, you know
His Eskimo nature is wild and free
And he thrives in the ice and the snow

One day he came down from his mountain of ice
And we met in the heat of the day
Together we stayed and oh, it was nice
But now he has gone away

I miss my Eskimo man
Who made my heart glow
I'll find him if I can
In the land of ice and snow.

Copyright © 2006 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)