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 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