Sitting in my cabin at the edge of the pines
Looking through the window at the telephone lines
Thinking about the times that I've had with you
I'm so brokenhearted, I don't know what to do

Big brown bear knocking at my windowpane
Wild wolves howling at the moon again
Snowbirds flying clear across the frozen blue
Feeling kind of lonely, where in the hell are you?

Wind's blowing cold down my smokestack, mama
Woodpile's running down low
Snow's coming in through my back door, mama
Feel like I'm going down slow

I'll put on my fur hat, my snowshoes and my gloves
Cross the frozen Canada to see the girl I love
Don't you worry, baby, I'm your biggest fan
With my faithful team of huskies, you know you'll get your man

Wind's blowing cold down my smokestack, mama
Woodpile's running down low
Snow's coming in through my back door, mama
Feel like I'm going down slow

Wind's blowing cold down my smokestack, mama
Woodpile's running down low
Snow's coming in through my back door, mama
Feel like I'm going down slow

Sitting in my cabin at the edge of the pines
Looking through the window at the telephone lines
Thinking about the times that I've had with you
I'm so brokenhearted, I don't know what to do

Wind's blowing cold down my smokestack, mama
Woodpile's running down low
Snow's coming in through my back door, mama
Feel like I'm going down slow