Flowers Of Saskatchewan

The sun was shining on the English Channel, on a ferry off the coast of France

And it was summer and a pleasant morning, and high above gulls wheeled and danced

And high above the cliffs of morning, the gun emplacements had stood in ranks

And I walked over to the railings and heard the ghosts of the Calgary Tanks

And I remembered pictures I'd seen in history books and magazines

Of three men standing, smoking, staring, among the dead on a rocky beach

And in the light of that pleasant morning, as we sailed under the cliffs above

I thought of all their silent prayers, and their final thoughts of the ones they loved

That they left behind at prairie stations, waving to their pride and joy

Waving to the smiling faces, smiling faces of the soldier boys

No waves of grain could claim the fallen, just the channel cold and gray as steel

And no return to the rollin' prairie or a silent cross on a lonely field

The sun was shining on the rolling prairie far from the channel cold and gray

Shone on the families, friends and lovers of the prairie boys who fell that day

But they could not know on that sunny morning the future held for them no joy

They'd wait in vain at prairie stations, wait in vain for their soldier boys

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