(Tumble) In the Wind

Jackson C. Frank
I seem to tumble in the wind
I wait for it to begin--
And when I look at you,
I ain't too proud to say
I once loved a girl this way
I bring trouble on my lonesome self
I see danger in each offered help
Times are hard
The money just won't come through
I would be alone, if not for you
They brung me in a flat car
Down to old Hong Kong
Tried to tell me what I was doing
Was absolutely wrong.
Tried to make me over
Into a Man of Steel,
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 wait for it to begin--
When I look at you,
I ain't too proud to say
I once loved a girl this way.