Snakes of Saskatchewan

Some say it was bullet, some say it was bear
Each lay within the law of the land
Final chapter of his book was shy fair
A legend made his last stand

Born in cherry orchard, centered eye of the storm
Ran free on Wild Horse Island
Like Flathead heavy smooth driftwood form
That man became a Montana diamond

Snakes of Saskatchewan gather on his grave
They come to feel the heat
From hell of a man who's fire he gave
Laid down in the heart of the wheat

Through the Sweetgrass weathered was a man
Clawed East with the sun on his face
In Southern Alberta through the cottonwood ran
A coyote hell bent on the chase

The valley Qu'Appelle, some call it heaven
Where time stands still in the fall
Last view was a beauty, 1977
Even death lust the leaves, come to call

Snakes of Saskatchewan gather on his grave
They come to feel the heat
From hell of a man who's fire he gave
Laid down in the heart of the wheat

Like lamb to the lazy wolf, easy done gone
Swept away in the mountains so breezy
Hard livin' had sweetened his dawn
Lived the tale, no stories in easy

Snakes of Saskatchewan gather on his grave
They come to feel the heat
From hell of a man who's fire he gave
Laid down in the heart of the wheat

Snakes of Saskatchewan