A || All around this wide country the winter it has now begun Now is the time to slip away from the California sun To a place where a man can be free as the wind As wild as the huskies' cry Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky With snow piling all round the door And many a log on the stove Where the chickadee's singing a comforting song I'll show you it's you that I love O let the wolves howl, they won't find us here By a soft oil lamp we will lie Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky Now there comes a time to every man 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 When a man must run from the deeds he has done Recalling those days with a sigh Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin home in the sky *xarlee_650