Five hundred acres, fence and cattle guards A combine and a bailer, a windmill and a barn Driving up the home road for the last time Trying not to look back and trying not to cry Turn off the gravel at the school bus stop Twenty-nine fence posts to the mailbox A few miles of range road and a little prairie town I used to know everybody here but there’s no one left around
Chorus: So long Saskatchewan they’re tearing the elevators down So long Saskatchewan they’re pulling the stakes out of the ground Farm for sale, forward my mail, so long Saskatchewan
Pier twenty-one in Halifax port Father’s own father first came ashore A Westbound arrival with a ticket in his hand A C.P.R. handbill advertising farm land At the station in Weyburn first winter storm
The love of a young bride burning warm They built a life out on the land and they broke the ground It’s a good thing they’re not here today to see it now
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I’ll miss the railroad line West to Saskatoon Counting the hopper cars When the grain trains roll through Gophers in the back field where the Caragana grew And a rusty old Moline down by the slew Red-tailed hawk and barbed wire, silos in a row And so I bid farewell to the land that I have known.