I seem to tumble in the wind
I once loved a girl this way
I bring trouble on my lonesome self
I see danger in each offered help
The money just won't come through
I would be alone, if not for you
They brung me in a flat car
Tried to tell me what I was doing
But I knew that I would have to kneel
From the plains of Alberta,
With its wheat so wild and strong
I rode into the Northlands
Till' I came to Saskatchewan
From my Hardback in my satchel
I read the word quite clear:
"Hurry home to your loved ones,
You know Wintertime is near."
I seem to tumble in the wind
I once loved a girl this way. More from Jackson C. Frank