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 doom

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 winter 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 Carragana when my daily trek was done

Then up and pressing onward by the light of the morning moon

A prodical 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 lillies grow

The steeple on a church glistened by the prairie moon

I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon



My journey was forgotten

When I held her in my arms

My wonderlust was stiffled

By possesion of her charms

And even beneath the steeple

Where we couldn't wait till June

I found eternal spring with the girl in Saskatoon