Last Snowfall on the Mountain

The cedars hold the heavy white

In the valley way down low

I’m pulling on my boots tonight

To walk out through the snow

The woodstove’s got a steady hum

The coffee’s on the heat

I’m watching where the deer have come

On little quiet feet

Safe inside these four log walls

Let the north wind blow

Far away the mountain calls

Let the north wind blow

Nothing but the pines and me

High above the world

Just as cozy as can be

High above the world

The fiddle plays a lonesome tune

Like a bird upon the wing

Waiting for the winter moon

To hear the kettle sing

My old dog finds a rug to lay

And curls up by my chair

I wouldn’t trade a single day

For sunshine anywhere

Safe inside these four log walls

Let the north wind blow

Far away the mountain calls

Let the north wind blow

Nothing but the pines and me

High above the world

Just as cozy as can be

High above the world

The steel guitar is soft and slow

Like ice along the creek

The stars put on a silver show

Beyond the frozen peak

I’ll pull the quilt up to my chin

And douse the lantern light

Let the cold stay out and warmth stay in

I’m sleeping good tonight

Safe inside these four log walls

Let the north wind blow

Far away the mountain calls

Let the north wind blow

Nothing but the pines and me

High above the world

Just as cozy as can be

High above the world