There’s a cabin in a hollow
and it’s there I long to be,
where the heart can go unhindered
and a soul can wander free,
Where the fences go unmended,
and the paths are never ending,
and a river flows in circles
on a course forever bending.
Should I arrive before my time
this much you’ll know is true,
that though I take my meals alone,
I’ll set a place for you.
And when the leaves have turned to gold,
and snow is soon to follow,
I’ll be waiting by the fire
 in our cabin in the hollow.