Song For A Wedding Day


KJ moved to the coast in double oh 4
And said she loved it there.
She would never move back to the winters cold
She was often heard to declare.

Then she met her man in Chemainus town
It was love at first sight they knew
Then decided to try out Saskatchewan
Their fortunes to pursue.

Krista & Leon to Moose Jaw came
They wre only staying a short while
But they suddenly thought "Let's buy a house
And give this province a fair trial."

To look for a house and to qualify
They had to jump thr' some hoops.
But lo and behold in a few weeks they found
A house with slanted stoops!!
(sorry guys,nothing rhymed with hoops)

Now,everyone knows about Sam McGee
And how he hated the cold
Well he has a twin in Saskatchewan,
And her story should be told.

The snow fell fast, the wind blew strong.
It was frigid in the basement.
The furnace which was very old
Definitely needed replacement!
Krista's eyes wre blue, and her lips were too.
They both battled the cold with woolen socks
And scarves and mitts and heated blankets I am told.

So with willing spirit and willing hands
They continue to work on their home
And in a year or two and if some jobs come through
They'll pay back that dratted loan.

- Joan Konkin, 2008



Leon's Ode To Krista


O my darling ,o my darling
o my darlin', Krista J
You are mine, I hope forever
And we marry on this day.

Blond she was, and o so pretty,
And she made out lists all day.
For to see if at the months end
Their house bills they could pay.

Met your Mama, met your aunties
And you tell me there is more
For sure we will be happy
With all the relatives galore.

Bought a ring and got a licence
For my darling Krista J
I am mortgaged to the hilt now
Wouldn't have it any other way.

Fix the furnace, fix the flooring.
And the windows I will tape
Chores are always never-ending
For my darlin' Krista J

Get a job now, get a contract
So all the expenses we can pay.
I'll be happy and so blissful
With my darlin Krista J.

- Joan Konkin, 2008

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