My Cabin
High upon a mountain top,
Where wind and snow are rare to stop.
Lies a cabin in the pine.
'Tis not much yet much is mine
A place to bury all my woes,
Far beneath the mountain snows.
With time and space to be alone.
My board my bed my hearth my home.
Oh, my cabin in the pine,
'Tis not much yet much is mine.
High upon this mountain top,
Where wind and snow are rare to stop.
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