Farmer on the Saskatchewan prairie.
Fields are full of combines, threshing ripened grain
Trucks are hauling bounty, to the bin and to the train.
Barley, wheat, canola, and all the crops of worth
Harvesting a miracle, bread and oil from dirt.
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Oh, what have I done and what Is my Crime?
Or did I just happen at not the right time?
And how can you sign that Death warrant for me?
Or am I the Child of a Pagan, that you sacrifice me?
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There's a war declared on Christmas
War on nativity
War on this festive season
And all things Christmassy.
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Man, it sure was dusty, hot and dry that day.
I just had to make that stop along the way.
For a stiff shot of rye and a six of beer.
So handy to have the bar that near.
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As black as sin, shrewd hate in his eyes
Evil and angry, full of false pride and lies
Greed, guilt and arrogance all marked his cruel gait
Resentment and ego was what this wolf ate.
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