Gary Fjellgaard Song Lyrics > Caragana Wind

About Song
The house still stands like a ghost framed by the prairie sky, roof caving in, windows broken, caragana's growing wild in the wind

They said goodbye / To the old home place
Sarah dabbed a tear / With a wisp of lace
She said John I hate to leave / This caragana wind
Ah now Sarah / Go ahead and cry
I know fifty years / Is a long long time
Then just up and leave this farm / To the caragana wind

Hey Sarah / There's that horse drawn rake
One last look / For old times sake
There's that wagon box / That busted sleigh
Everything turns / Barn board grey
And you and me Sarah / We got that way

In the caragana wind / The caragana wind
Everything turns grey / In the caragana wind

It takes an eight wheel tractor / To make a go
And five sections / Is just a one man show
We can't fight the bank / And the caragana wind
So there's not much sense / In hangin on
When everybody's / Moved to town
We'd just be here alone / In the caragana wind

You know those matching clydes / Were quite a team
Never let you down / Like some damn machine
There's nothing left / But dry old bones
Buried beneath / That pile of stones
And you and me Sarah / We're gettin old

In the caragana wind / The caragana wind
You and me Sarah / Gettin old
In the caragana wind / The caragana wind
Everything turns / Barn board grey
You and me Sarah / We got that way
Everything turns grey / In the caragana wind

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Writer Gary Fjellgaard
Publisher Slim Creek Music