by Garth Paul Ukrainetz
Three Sisters over Canmore
O beautiful the bridesmaids
At the altar in the valley
Where the River Bow does run
Tall groomsmen of Mount Rundle
Rugged handsome chiseled features
Wearing spruce tree green tuxedos
Faces flushed with rising sun
Proud Nakoda poised in middle
His true love will soon make entrance
Yes, at last they’ll be united
Grassi tear wells in his eye
Though the bride is slow in coming
Patient bridal party waiting
Heaven knows this Canmore wedding
Stands majestic to the sky
