Girl In Saskatoon
I left a little town, a little south of Hudson Bay;
I couldn´t find a thing to make a rounder want to stay.

I fought the wind across the baren waste in the crystal dunes,
Going for to marry the girl in Saskatoon.
I´m glad I realized that no one could take her place;
My heart was beating for her like the weather beat my face.
But knowing that I´d see her made my spirit bright as June,
I´m freezing, but I´m burning for the girl in Saskatoon.
South and west and following the cold December sun,
I bedded down in the caragana when my daily trek was done.
Then up and pressing onward by the light of the morning sun,
A prodigal returning to the girl in Saskatoon.

Then I found the trail that had packed beneath the snow,
I made the final miles where the prairie lilies grow.
A steeple on a church christened by a prairie moon,
I´m freezing, but I´m burning for the girl in Saskatoon
But my journey was forgotten, when I held her in my arms,
My wonderlust was stifled by possesion of her charms.
And kneeling ?neath the steeple where we couldn´t wait till June,
I found eternal spring with the girl in Saskatoon.