Lyrics

Tales of an Empty Cabin-By Neil Drummond. All rights reserved. © 2005

He sits all alone
A bottle for his only friend
And wonders if the winter will ever end
In this wilderness that he calls home

He has come a long way
Blessed with a new found name
And wishes that things here could stay the same
In this wilderness that he calls home.

They say ?he who flies by night? once spoke to kings and queens,
About the treasures of the land that they had never seen

So with paper and a pen
He writes for all the life he sees
And surrounds him and teaches us to believe
In this wilderness that he calls home.

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They say ?he who flies by night? once spoke to kings and queens,
About the treasures of the land that they had never seen.

Now he sits all alone
A bottle for his only friend
And wonders if the winter will ever end
In this wilderness that he calls home