Now is the time to slip away from the hot and blazing sun
To a place where a man is free as the wind
As wild as the huskies' cry
Winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky
With snow piled all around my door
And many a log on the stove
With the chickadee's singin' a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us there
By a soft oil lamp we will lie
With snow piled all around my door
And many a log on the stove
With the chickadee's singin' a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us there
By a soft oil lamp we will lie
Winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky
Now there comes a time in every man's life
When he must turn his back on the crowd
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright
And the music plays too loud
To a place where a man is free as the wind
Now there comes a time in every man's life
When he must turn his back on the crowd
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright
And the music plays too loud
To a place where a man is free as the wind
As wild as the huskies' cry
Winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky
2 comments:
There is definitely something special about a log cabin in the winter with snow outside. This is a really nice poem.
Very lovely, indeed.
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