Cabin Essence

Light the lamp and fire mellow cabin essence;
timely hello welcomes the time for a change.
Lost and found, you still remain there.
You'll find a meadow filled with rain there.
I'll give you a home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
I want to watch you, windblown, facing waves of wheat
for you embracing. Folks sing a song of the grange.
Nestle in a kiss below there, the constellations ebb
and flow there and witness our home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Have you seen the Grand Coulee workin' on the railroad?
Over and over, the crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over, the thresher and hover the wheat field.