This Is The Hour

This is the Hour
By Jimmy Rankin

Rain was falling hard on the prairie
Stretching out as far as eyes can see
There was a freight train whining low, low as you can go
Crossing through the mountains to BC

We left home back East a friend and me
Hopped on what they call the Harvest Line
We were heading for the West
Hoping for the best
Fate took him in a Buite Montana mine

Send me all your love in a letter
Give me all the news from the coast
These are troubled times you see
Don’t turn your back on me
This is the hour that I need you most

You didn’t get the money I sent to you
It was in a note I mailed to you last fall
Do you think the old man ever misses me
Does he even think of me at all

Send me all your love in a letter
Give me all the news from the coast
These are troubled times you see
Don’t turn your back on me
This is the hour that I need you most

Some of them left for the money
Some of them ran from the cold
Some of them were chasing down dreams that they had
Others were simply running

Rain was falling hard on the prairie
Stretching out as far as eyes can see
There was a freight train whining low, low as you can go
Crossing through the mountains to BC

Send me all your love in a letter
Give me all the news from the coast
These are troubled times you see
Don’t turn your back on me
This is the hour that I need you most

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