Photo by Marv Machura
Hi Friends,
This song came to me as I was driving through the countryside of East Alberta around Vilna and Smoky Lake where I have deep family roots. As I saw the big empty fields, I thought about my parents’ and grandparents’ life on this land, and how it may have been to see it with big families living on each quarter section of land. Today, the remnants of those days (old homes, barns, granaries, etc.) that I knew as numerous when I was younger are almost all gone as well.
Here’s my song “Saskatchewan” on my Spotify Channel. Check it out if you have Spotify, otherwise you can find it on YouTube, etc.
Have a great Tuesday!
Saskatchewan
Verse 1:
There’s a golden land called Saskatchewan;
Held before our fathers like a promised land.
1888 is not that long ago; they started the life that’s left me here.
Verse 2:
Every quarter section had a family.
They didn’t come here to leave.
They thanked God for Saskatchewan; they thanked God they were here,
Chorus:
I’m driving through miles and miles of empty fields, broken-down old homes
A lonely tractor’s out there on a thousand acres of this golden land called Saskatchewan.
O, Saskatchewan…
I feel a warm wind blow; I feel her warm wind blow.
Verse 3:
I wish the old ways weren’t so far away.
When we were content with so much less.
But I’m pushing through, I got to be on my way…oh, oh, Saskatchewan
Chorus 2:
I’m driving through miles and miles of empty fields and broken-down old homes;
A lonely tractor’s out there on a thousand acres of this blessed land called Saskatchewan
It’s a blessed land called Saskatchewan;
I feel a warm wind blow; I feel her warm wind blow.
© 2003 Marv Machura
