All around this wide country the winter it has now begunnNow is the time to slip away from the California sunnTo a place where a man can be free as the windnAs wild as the huskies' crynNow winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the skyn nWith snow piling all round the doornAnd many a log on the stovenWhere the chickadee's singing a comforting songnI'll show you it's you that I lovenO let the wolves howl, they won't find us herenBy a soft oil lamp we will lien nNow there comes a time to every mannWhen he must turn his back on the crowdnWhen the glare of the lights gets much too brightnAnd the music plays too loudnWhen a man must run from the deeds he has donenRecalling those days with a sigh.n