Well I wait for vindication
For these working, weary bones
Someday I can see it
Mossy timber, ancient stone
In the midnight
By the firelight
Little house on a mountainside
If you come to see me
Better bring your four-wheel drive
I'll be snowed in for the winter
Canned soup and cornmeal to stay alive
In the midnight
By the firelight
Little house on a mountainside
In this city of any day now
All our dreams can feel like home
Don't need riches, don't need glory
Just wanna place to call my own
In the midnight
By the firelight
Little house on a mountainside