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Wood River
Wood River 1992 Coyote Entertainment Group Inc.
Canada – Festival Distribution
CD – CEGCD 1010
Casette– CEGC 1010
U.S. - Goldenrod Distribution
 
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Grandmother's Song
Connie Kaldor © SOCAN
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I was a young girl
When I came to this land
From a country far away
To a language I didn't understand
And I worked on a farm
And I married me a man
We got ourselves a homestead
On a section of land

And blow you old winds of time
You've wrinkled my face with your blowing
Well you've given me all that I have
But you've taken away my youth without me knowing

Well we sure had our bad times and our fun
And we paid all our taxes to the government of old Saskatchewan
And I raised up my kids 'till they finally raised away
And they drop in now and then
To visit on their holidays

Chorus

Now they say I'm too old to cook and sew
And it's to an old folks home that they want me to go
But I'll stay here on my own 'till that wind blows me away
I've been through harder times than this
On less than pension pay

You say that I'm old
That I've just been through a lot
And the fact that I've lots of wrinkles
Just shows how hard I've fought

But blow you old winds of time
You've wrinkled my face with your blowing
Well you've given me all that I have
But you've taken away my life
Without me knowing

Comments:
Grandmother’s Song. This is an older song of mine. My Grandma Svenning, my mother’s mother, or bestemor as we would call her was quite an extraordinary woman. She was strong, resourceful, stubborn and capable. She was a true prairie pioneer. My grandfather would say that she was the fastest stooker he ever had. When her husband died and she was left with two small girls and a farm in the middle of the prairies heading into the depression, she didn’t flinch but carried on and raised her two girls working the farm and cattle with hired men. In the later years she lived with us. She had broken her hip and was in a wheel chair by that time and although she did not have to go into an old folks home, I thought of her indominatable spirit while writing this song. So often seniors who have life stories that are amazing, are ignored and not given the respect they deserve. It is our loss.

Copywrite Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada

 
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