Cabin Fever

I wait for winter's ice to start receding
And let go it's strangle hold on spring
When the wild flowers once again, will take to blooming
And the nightingale will not fear to sing
And in a dream I hear them
Whistling high and sweet as sin
Is it the music of the mountain
Or cabin fever setting in?

It was the law that set me loose and set me running
Keeps me hiding through the night, up in these hills
In this place forgotten, low and lonely
Where time can't help itself from standing still
And I can see you through the window
But I cannot touch your skin
Is it a ghost who stands before me
Or cabin fever setting in?

So come on in my love, for you I have been longing
We can listen to the west wind as she wails
Coyotes in the hollow take to howling
Beneath the moon shrouded, full and pale
With no time left to make decisions
Chart a path, or take it on the chin
only memory, blowing ashes
And cabin fever setting in

Only memory, blowing ashes
And cabin fever setting in