WOOD RIVER

Oh won't you come with me Where the Wood River flows

We'll watch it meander slowly As the sky turns from red to dark
And as that sun goes down We'll throw our arms around

Each other and tell the dreams That are deep in the heart
Because the heart is bigger than trouble

And the heart is bigger than doubt

But the heart sometimes needs a little help To figure that out
So won't you come with me Where the Wood River flows The little Wood River knows That it goes to nowhere but
That doesn't stop it going Or them willows growing Or all the lovers showing Their hearts to each other there
Chorus
So won't you come with me Where the Wood River flows The little Wood River knows

a few thoughts on the song.

Comments: The wood river runs through southern Saskatchewan. It comes out of the Wood Mountain hills and goes to Old Wives lake. It is an old river that winds and twists its way along. It is traditionally the local picnic spot and necking spot in the Gravelbourg Assiniboia area. I lived on the bank of the wood river for a while. I think this is one of my favourite songs. The melody was written first while I was in Toronto. I was renting a room in a house where a lot of Mahler was being played and I think I wrote it to balance the musical palate. But the lyrics came later when I was back home and needing a little solace.

CANOE SONG


Take me where the loons are calling

Mist in the morning, smell of pine

Whiskeyjack wake me up

Send me out with a fishing line
Give me a canoe and let me go

Up past Waskesiu to the Wabeno

Give me a canoe and let me go
Take me where the loons are calling

Lake like glass and a starlit sky

Smell of a small campfire burning

Sit and watch the embers die
Chorus
Give me a canoe and let me go

SASKATOON MOON


That Saskatoon moon Is calling to me

It rises so bright In my memory
I long to see it shine On the river below

And walk arm in arm With this sweetheart I know
I had to leave Tried to make a new start

But how far can you go  When you don't have your heart
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon
I had to leave Tried to make a new start

But how far can you go When you don't have your heart
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon

outlaw          C Kaldor Socan

Copywrite Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada


You're an outlaw A desperado

And you could steal a woman's heart Just passing by

You're an outlaw A desperado

Another notch in your gun And another woman cries

CHORUS

But even an eagle has to nest sometime

Even a freight train stops somewhere down that line

Even an outlaw must lose his heart sometime

And you're gonna lose yours boy And you be looking for mine


It was a dark day in September

When I rode into your life

It had been as long as you could remember

That a woman hadn't fallen for one of your lies
Chorus
Well I can ride and I can shoot

And I know when to shut up And when to speak my mind

And you know that an outlaw he need someone

He can trust with his quiet time


Even an eagle has to nest sometime

Even a freight train Stops somewhere down that line

Even an outlaw must lose his heart sometime

And you've lost yours boy And I just might I just might give you mine

SLEEPY LITTLE TOWN   C KALDOR   SOCAN


              Copywright Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada


In a sleepy little town In a two bit cafe

That’s the place where dreams are started

And they take you away But you come back someday

And I hope that you're not broken hearted
'Cause the world is so grand When you don't understand

How the lessons of life are learned

And the way people care And the dreams that they share

Are the reasons that dreamers return
To the sleepy little town And the two bit cafe

And the clock flipping ads on the wall

You stood in that door Years before

When you said good bye to it all

CHORUS
But oh, oh the road gets longer The further down it you roam

And oh, oh the feeling gets stronger For home, home, home


And the sleepy little town And the two bit cafe

And the houses that now seem strange

But there's a hope in your heart That you were right from the start

That things in this town never change
Chorus

 

CAN'T GO BACK   C.KALDOR   SOCAN

Copywright Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada Connie Kaldor © SOCAN
There's a kind of light in the sky sometimes

That makes me think of the coolies in July

And the call to return to that simple life

Is something that I cannot deny
There's note on the bass

That sounds just like the wind

Pushing the willows on the ridge above

But what pushes me to leave all that Is stronger that pleasing the ones I love
I can't go back I can't go back I have my own life In a different place I can't go back I can't go back But I can't seem to tell you face to face
You're sitting there in your dusty clothes With your big hands resting so still There are things that you'd love to demand of me But I know that you never will
Chorus
How you gonna stop the wild thoughts Of a young man bent to roam

And those city nights and those city lights They dim the call for home
I hear the call of the music I feel the rhythm to the bone

And If I don’t follow that How can I call my life my own
I thought of you on a Paris street

How you say we're held together by the earth beneath our feet

And I know you hang on in case I change my mind someday

How can you work your life for something and then throw it all away?
Chorus

THOUGHTS ON THIS SONG

: I had written this for Paul Campagne (my husband) to sing. He was the only son of a farmer and had expected all his life to be farming. The decision to choose music over farming was not an easy one and to his father’s credit he never asked him to reconsider even though he would have loved to have him come back. This is a common theme in anyone’s life I think, making decisions for yourself even though it might disappoint your parents.

 

MODERN LULLABY

 

Copywright Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada  Connie Kaldor © SOCAN


Daddy didn't have a penny to his name And mama's only got a dollar or two

Daddy was a drifter, and he'll always be the same Well he packed his bags when he heard about you
Mama doesn't have a chance

She was young and she fell to romance

Baby doesn't have a chance But mama's going to find one

Mama's going to find one

Mama's going to find little baby a chance


I got no home, none to run to No warm fire, no backyard

All I've got is some love to give you Just keeping you fed is gonna be hard
Chorus
All you little stars twinkling up above You will be my diamond ring

You sparkle bright for us tonight 'Cause we need all the luck that you can bring
Chorus
Yes, all you little stars twinkling up above Gonna help mama find little baby a chance

 

BIRD ON A WING    C.KALDOR  SOCAN


Copywright Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada   Connie Kaldor © SOCAN


If you buy her a dream, She'll follow you anywhere

To any old truck stop That this world might bring

She's a heart held down

By this little town

She's looking to find A bird on a wing

CHORUS
Bird on a wing Bird on a wing

She knows in her heart She was destined to fly

Like a bird on a wing Bird on a wing

She's waiting for you to fly by


She makes a small hole In the frost on the window

She's looking out past old familiar things

She lets her mind slip From the small change and napkins

Her heart's looking up for a bird on a wing


CHORUS


She stacks up the cups And counts out the few tips

But she's humming a tune That a drifter might sing

She gets to thinking That she's tired of waiting

Maybe she'll be her own Bird on a wing

 

 

WHERE THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN

I wrote this in a Husky truck stop in northern Alberta. I think I still have the napkin that it was written on.

 

HARSH AND UNFORGIVING      C. KALDOR    SOCAN

 

Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada Connie Kaldor © SOCAN

CHORUS


I come from a land that is harsh and unforgiving

Winter snows can kill you And the summer burn you dry

When a change in the weather Makes a difference to your living

You keep one eye on the banker And another on the sky
But oh I get caught by those wide open spaces

Caught by the sight of those straight horizon line

Caught by the sight of those lined open faces

Weathered over trouble and time


'Cause that big old flatland She doesn't suffer fools lightly

Watch yours step if you're new around

Brown broke down in a blizzard last winter

Tried to walk and froze to death fifty feet from town


CHORUS


But oh I get caught by those blue spring ditches

Farmers seeding hoping it will pay

Hoping that July won't see their hearts Caught in that topsoil

Watching the wind blow it away
You can work all year You can get it in the bin

There's no telling what price you get or if it sells

You just hope you can hold on so You don't end up like the neighbors

Him and her they're weeping as the auctioneer yells


CHORUS

WHERE DID THIS SONG COME FROM

: I wrote this on a drive out of Winnipeg to a concert in Balder, Manitoba. I had just come back from Boston and I was thinking about where I was from and what makes me the way I am.

 

JUST A LITTLE DREAM   C KALDOR   SOCAN

 

Copywright Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada Connie Kaldor © SOCAN
Just a Little Dream

Just a little dream,

Who can blame a person for dreaming

Wishing on a star

What are stars for anyway
Walk beneath the stars

Hold your love close to you

Set your dreams upon a strong heart

And they'll come true


Dreams are what brought us out here

Dreams of putting our own bread on the table

And that’s what kept us working

To get to the point where we were barely able
Then to watch the sun dry up the thingS we hold dear

And the only thing that the dust left us year after year

CHORUS


Close your eyes and imagine

Two hand in hand that's you and me

And we're walking towards such a pretty little house

Look in the window, there's our family
And the hedge of green Carraganas 

all around the place

And there’s not a money worry on your face

CHORUS

 

HYMN FOR PINCHER CREEK   C KALDOR SOCAN



Copywright Connie Kaldor, socan  Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada
Hymn for Pincher Creek

I look to the hills from whence cometh salvation

I find strength in their quiet roll

When I feel myself troubled I look to those hills

And the quiet green quiets my soul


Oh I never will leave my hills of salvation

No you never will get me to roam

For all the silver and gold that this world can hold

Is nothing compared to a home
Oh there's some that say take all you can from this world

It's dog eat dog from the start

But what good is your finery if in your last days

You cannot find peace in your heart
Chorus


There's power that comes from money and fear

Oh what man can do

But the power that rests in those God given hills

Is the power I know to be true
Copywright Connie Kaldor, Socan Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada

SPRING IN THE PRAIRIE     CKALDOR   SOCAN



Spring in the Prairies Comes like a surprise

One minute there's snow on the ground The next there's sun in your eyes
Winter stays so long

Seems like it always has been

Ain't it nice to see that green

And feel that warm wind
Chorus
Let the cows out of the barn

Watch them a-kickin' their heels

Watch them run around the yard

That's the way I feel when it's


Chorus


Hey, Joe, what'cha gonna grow?

It's nearly time to seed

“I don't know, a quarter in oats

But the rest it goes in wheat”


Chorus

 

MARGARETS WALTZ    CONNIE KALDOR/MELODY BASED ON MARGARETS WALTZ  BY PAT SHAW,



Margaret’s Waltz

I'm not the kind to sit and pine

For places far away

Every town I travel to

Has its charm and its delights

But something about the moon tonight

Sent a longing to my soul

To be at a dance with the one I love

On a warm prairie night
And I can hear that Margaret’s waltz

That fiddle play so sweet

And I can feel the spring of the hardwood floorBeneath my feet

I close my eyes and I see the lights of town

Twinkling at night

They say that home is where the heart is

And I guess they're right
So please forgive me but tonight

My thoughts are far away

To the place my memory will go If I give it half a chance

I smell the sage upon the air

and I'm walking arm and arm

With the one I love towards the sound Of an old time country dance
Chorus

 

Grandmothers song   socan


Copywright Connie Kaldor, socan Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada

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

CHORUS
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 

They drop in now and then To visit on their holiday

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 BUT I've just been through a lot

And the fact that I've lots of wrinkles Just shows how hard I've fought
I won't go in  you hear me

You can't take me away

For I've a will,

and I've decided I'm going to stay
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

where did this song come from?


 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.

saskatoon moon     c Kaldor /R. Forbes  socan



That Saskatoon moon Is calling to me

It rises so bright In my memory
I long to see it shine

On the river below

And walk arm in arm

With this sweetheart I know
I had to leave Tried to make a new start

But how far can you go When you don't have your heart
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon
I had to leave Tried to make a new start

But how far can you go When you don't have your heart
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon
I long to hear that meadowlark Sing my favorite prairie tune

And hold your hand dear 'Neath that Saskatoon moon
Copywright  Coyote Entertianment