Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
Pulling from the station to the land of the golden grain
When we return again our friends will drink our health
'Cause there's no place here where there ain't such cheer
As the land of the golden hell
Molly dear, I greatly fear that soon I will be gone
I am going away on a harvest train to the far off Saskatchewan
To reap the grain on a western plain, where the buffalo used to roam
And I'll leave you alone when you're arriving home
To my dear calling boys
Molly dear, when night is near and I am far away
With loving heart you'll do your part and for me you will pray
When the kids are fed they go to bed and you'll stand out on the lawn
You won't even sigh for your absent boy
In the far Saskatchewan, yeah
Molly dear, dry up your tears, I'll soon be home again
My pockets lined with the gold I'll find in the fields of the golden grain
Never far, I'll go a-soar to the far Saskatchewan
For nearly a year my body was here
In our little island home
Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
We are pulling from the station and we're homeward bound again
When we return again our friends will drink our health
'Cause there's no place here and there ain't such cheer
As the land of the golden hell