He sits up front in the driver's seat, so
very trim and neat,
With his hair combed back and his face all clean from his swim
in the river deep.
He watches ahead for all the sights as we travel the road along,
His face lights up with a sunny smile - you know in his heart
there's a song.
The Alaska Highway lies ahead like a river rolling strong.
And tho the bears be grizzly or black, on the curves he is never
wrong.
He stops the bus at good places to eat, and for pictures we wish
to take.
Sometimes we sit and wonder a lot - if the schedule we're going
to make.
Somehow he never seems to mind if he's going fast or slow -
For far ahead the mountains rise and the waters rush below.
We think when this lovely trip is o'er and his passengers all
depart,
He'll turn this trusty bus around still with a song in his
heart.
There back again he'll go once more, o'er the trail we travelled
today,
To his own fireside and the loved ones dear who are waiting, so
far away.
