Story Behind The Song

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Song Description

Cowboy in a line shack, trapped in a storm, dying.....but believing in his gal and their wedding in the spring

Lyrics

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.



There are 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.