I come from Old Crow,
where the Porcupine River flow.
A small isolated log cabin town,
where you’ll hear my fiddle sound.
I am from the Gwitchin Nation,
the land of God’s creation.
I feel so proud and strong,
’cause this is where I belong.
The land of the Midnight Sun,
where darkness there’s none.
I’ll see the Northern Lights,
dance to great heights.
Out in Crow Flats,
I’ll trap muskrats.
Where the caribou roam,
this is where I call home.
