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