A single candle burns
In the window of a ramshackle cabin
Upon these barren planes

No sound can be heard on this moonless night
But for the wind
Rapping tall grass against stone cladding

Far off in the distance
Beyond some mountain and prying ears
A storm brings lighting upon the horizon

In its light the slightest smoke wisp may be seen
And on the wind it catches the nose
Oily sweet of roasted meat kissed by flame

Who lives this cabin so far from the path
All worn by time and wind and rain
And for whom do they wait

With sweet meat and one candle burning