Testo Girl In Saskatoon

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.