Slowly burning coals make a soft yellow glow
A cabin in the woods draped in billowy snow
Smoke pouring out a chimney stained so black
Tired feet feeling sore from a long day’s track
Neither better place nor more welcome can be sung
Than a humble little home where a hat may be hung
Shutting out the stormy world once inside the door
A time to sip on tea and warm some soup I adore
And dressed in flannel long johns curling up with book
Drift in time my endless dreams ‘till sleep overtook