Out on the deck of a cabin
Covered by cirus clouds
Flown over by a flock of majestic birds
Singing through the translucent blue sky
Above the running broo that is heard
At the heart of this domicile is a fire
There must be a hundred miles or more
And I feel like settling down
I feel like living here
The morning mist rises from the valleys low
When the cold evening has gone from this place
The sun comes and lights up the mountain face
The beaches the everpresent evergreen
From the clean water to the
Here is an escape from urban care
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