Log Cabin Home In The Sky 歌词

	作词 : Heron
	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.

	zuo ci : Heron
	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.

	zuò cí : Heron
	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.

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