FLOWERS OF SASKATCHEWAN The sun was shining on the English Channel On a ferry off the coast of France It was summer and a pleasant morning And high above gulls wheeled and danced And high above the cliffs of morning The gun emplacements had stood in ranks I walked over to the railing And I heard the ghosts of the Calgary Tanks And I remembered pictures I'd seen In history books and magazines Of three men standing, smoking, staring Among the dead men on a rocky beach And in the light of that pleasant morning As we sailed under the cliffs above I thought of all their silent prayers And the final thoughts of the ones they loved That they left behind at prairie stations Waving to their pride and joy Waving to the smiling faces Smiling faces on the soldier boys of? No waves of grain would claim the fallen Just the channel cold and grey as steel And no return to the rolling prairie And a silent cross on a lonely field The sun was shining on the rolling prairie Far from the channel, cold and grey Shone on the families, friends and lovers Of the prairie boys who fell that day But they could not know on that sunny morning The future held for them no joy They'd wait in vain at prairie stations Wait in vain for their soldier boys