In northern Saskatchewan there's a black hole in the ground On the spot the homestead stood 'til it burned without a sound My grandfather built it up and he brought it down Tossed a match that chanced to catch when it hit the ground CHORUS: And us natural disasters, we know just how he/she felt You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park In northern Saskatchewan there's a black scar on the land On the spot my grandmother searched on her knees and hands She wiped away the soot and tears and slowly she began You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park Hey there, didn't I know you years ago? It's been so long since you left me in the cold But you'll have to excuse me, I put everything on hold I'm still sorting through your wreckage searching for my ring of gold