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 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 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.