Carolina Cabin

There's hanging moss

And holly

And tall straight pine

About this little cabin

In the wood.

Inside

A crackling fire,

Warm red wine,

And youth and life

And laughter

That is good.

Outside

The world is gloomy,

The winds of winter cold,

As down the road

A wandering poet

Must roam.

But here there's peace

And laughter

And love's old story told --

Where two people

Make a home.