Warm Wyomin' Weddin

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Warm Wyomin’ Weddin’

My gal, Faith, she’s like a rosebud,

with a fragrance, rich and pure,

and I feel my heart a glowin’ as

she warms me to the core.

She’s the force that hoists my sun aloft

and moves the birds to sing

and we’re gonna have a warm,

Wyomin’ weddin’ in the spring.

But the winter’s sorely bleak here, and Faith’s far away in town,

and the temper’ture’s a plungin' as the flakes are whirlin’ roun’.

But beyond the blizzard’s bluster, is the joy that Faith’ll bring,

when we celebrate our warm, Wyomin’ weddin’ in the spring.

The wind's a howlin’ from the North, an’ it’s gettin’ mighty mean,

and the stack of pinion, that I'd chopped, is lookin’ purdy lean.___

So I take the note Faith wrote me, and I memorize each word.

Then I kiss that piece of paper, and I worry 'bout the herd.

Now my wood supply has vanished to a few remainin’ coals,

and the line shack’s chinking’s old, and snow’s a blowin’ through the holes,

But I take the scarf Faith gave me, tear it up and plug some gaps.

Then I blow a few faint coals while snuggin’ up my slicker flaps.

I’m a-shiv’rin’ cold, yet warm inside, and feelin’ like a king,

'cause we’re gonna have a warm, Wyomin’ weddin’ in the spring.

With the dreams of Faith, I’m happy, though the final embers dim.

I ignite her precious love note, hum a final quiv’rin’ hymn.

Several times I think it’s easin’ but the storm is here to stay--

knees too stiff to bend and lips and hands too numb to even pray.

All is dark, and yet I’m warmed...It’s to Faith’s mem’ry that I cling,

and, with faith, we’ll have that warm, Wyomin’ weddin’ in the spring.