There once was a cabin in the woods
That belonged to a lonely old man
He sold me the cabin so long ago
And now I have become that man
I sit in this cabin on long winter nights
And write about how the woods are
They give me a feeling of being at home
Like a hunter in a bearskin coat
The next day I set out on my snowshoes
To gather photography
For a book that I was about to write
About the forest at night
In my pursuit of photography
I saw what a beautiful sight
Snow owls sang and rivers flowed
Like never before
The secret of the forest was very plain;
It is a place of our good Lord's workings
Every day I enter this place
And I suggest you do the same!