The South Saskatchewan River

It makes me shake and shiver To see the hoar frost quiver On aspen near the river South Saskatchewan The snowgoose turns to say We're a long, long way to Galveston The factory steam it billows To mile-high poison pillows We wander through the willows And down the icy shore It's then you turn to say "We're a long, long way from Hudson Bay" Where the Sage and Sharp-tailed Grouses Used to look for spouses There's a row of new-made houses Going up for sale Says the magpie to a mule deer I suppose they'll build a school here pretty soon We crest the river ridges See the city which is Made of trestle bridges And traffic lights a-glow It's then you turn to say We're a long, long way from yesterday