Snowbirds Over Moose Jaw

Down at the end of 9th, near 15 Wing

Where the elite air team – rise into the sky
In red and white over the prairie sky
A name first spoken by the kids of Moose Jaw
Snowbirds

Look up high, a white smoke arch hanging in the blue
A gift the Snowbirds leave for kids below
Those long white trails drifting in the wind
Like love letters… across the sky over Moose Jaw

Oh Snowbirds, right here in Moose Jaw
Cold winter winds, but never heading south
Holding the line through every winter wind
Snowbirds—strong and proud, still flying high

Back in town
At a corner café, on a slow, easy day
That guy with a coffee—he’s a Snowbird, by the way
Down at the rink, leaning on the boards
A hometown hero, cheering loud for his kids

Oh Snowbirds, right here in Moose Jaw
Cold winter winds, but never heading south
Holding the line through every winter wind
Snowbirds—still flying proud and high

Oh Snowbirds

They carve across the sky
They roll and turn… in tight formation
Painting streaks of color in the blue
Stands fill up
and people line the roads below
looking up, smiling
And for a moment
the whole town comes alive

Every summer, they cross the country with pride
And crowds gather for the magic in the sky
But here in Moose Jaw, we wait a little quieter
Waiting for that sound… as they come back home

Maybe someday
People will still look up above
Like they’re waiting for white letters of love
Those white trails don’t visit much anymore
Like old love letters drifting in the wind

Oh Snowbirds, right here in Moose Jaw
Cold winter winds still rolling through
And somewhere above
those white letters drift
Into the prairie blue

Oh Moose Jaw