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