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I left a little town, a little south of Hudson Bay |
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I couldn't find a thing, to make a rounder want to stay |
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I fought the wind across the barren waste in the crystal doom |
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Going for to marry the girl in Saskatoon |
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I'm glad, I realized that no one could take her place |
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My heart was beating for her like the winter beat my face |
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But knowing that I'd see her made my spirit bright as June |
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I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon |
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South and West and following the cold December sun |
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I bedded down in the Carragana when my daily trek was done |
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Then up and pressing onward by the light of the morning moon |
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A prodigal returning to the girl in Saskatoon |
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Then I found the trail that had packed beneath the snow |
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I made the final miles where the prairie lilies grow |
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The steeple on a church glistened by the prairie moon |
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I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon |
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My journey was forgotten when I held her in my arms |
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My wanderlust was stifled by possession of her charms |
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And even beneath the steeple where we couldn't wait till June |
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I found eternal spring with the girl in Saskatoon |
