Let Him Go Saskatchewan

LET HIM GO, SASKATCHEWAN Let him go, Saskatchewan, Send his spirit home to us You have little use for his smile and wit For you have endless horizons And waves of grass and wheat. Your silent silos stand tall and straight And do not need his fixing. Oh, let him go, Saskatchewan, For he is so dear to us He loved his satellite TV And Rush, the rock band But tools were his real passion Drills and saws and building things A true northern man. Please let him go, Saskatchewan, His family wants him near to us, You have interesting places like Moose Jaw And a city for the Queen. Places where wild spirits dance and sing So let us have him back again To frolic in Muskokan fields. Pray, let him go, Saskatchewan, He was once a part of us. A bit like his father, alone in the end, So much like his mother, stronger than you think. He’s applied for a new position, we understand, Working for St. Peter as a heavenly handyman; I guess that God just needs him more.