Saskatchewan
Home, Caroline, home.
The coastline neared, and the deckhands cheered.
Home, Caroline, home.
The mast stood tall, like the best of us all.
Home, Caroline, home.
I thought of the clear light on your hands and on the wood
In a church in Saskatchewan.
On the shore appeared men, like a welcoming parade.
Banners, flags and arsenal.
But they were not what they appeared to be... as their white flags fell.
Banners, flags and arsenal.
I looked up at the moon, and at the water down below.
Home Caroline home.
I tried to remember things, that the pastor used to say.
In a church in Saskatchewan.
Everyone raced onto the deck.
I tried to shoot but I just wretched.
We must wrestle back what we had sown.
We must wrestle back what we had left.
I could not fire, and I don't know why.
Then I knew the truth.
I felt I got what I deserved.
Then I knew the truth.
I lay on the deck, as the cannonballs soared by overhead.
Home, Caroline, home.
The hull gave in, water came rushing in across the deck.
Home, Caroline, home.
I thought of the farm, and the work to be done.
Home, Caroline, home.
I thought of the clean light, and the places that we'd hide
In a church in Saskatchewan.
Everyone raced onto the deck.
I tried to shoot but I could not.
We must wrestle back what we had sown.
We must wrestle back what we had left.
Autor(es): Dave Bidini / Martin Tielli