Come In

In my journey through the earth I found myself a winter night
 In the plains of northern somewhere, in a fog of snow and ice
 I had just begun to wander 'bout a place to rest my head
 When by chance through the snowstorm, I did see a light ahead
 Through the ice and snow, cabin door was opened
 A white haired man, with a fiddle and a bow said:
 Come in, come in
 Come in, come in
 Well, I told him of my travels and I told him of my life
 He just smiled at me and nodded, through the tales of blood and strife
 When I asked him for his name, he said: "We've spoken oft' before.
 Don't worry 'bout your troubles, son. Just remember what they're for."
 Come in, come in
 Come in, come in
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 Are you empty? Are you broken? Are you lost and all alone?
 Unaccepted, suicidal, are you looking for a home?
 Heavy hearted, forgotten, have you got no place to go?
 Homosexual, unlovable, are you just a litte low?
 Come in, come in
 Come in