Once you've been there

Looked out in the morning, saw the hurricane's approach; Coming from the islands, travelling fast down the coast. Time to hit the highway, got my seat upon the coach, Going to the mountains where the waters won't encroach. The cabins been well kept, the fire place is in flame; The larder's always full with food, simple and plain. We've heard on the news there will be a massive storm, Yet, upon this mountain, we are safe and dry and warm. There's no TV up here nor no flash electric light; The generator works but it's only run at night. The water from the stream is quite cold and oh so pure And there's trout a' plenty that will take quick to your lure. Sunrises are gorgeous, the sunsets are held in awe; Distant snow-capped mountains are the best you ever saw. The mountain pass is lit by the rising of the moon, Soon the night-time hunters will be passing by us soon. Thinking of the city and the multitudes within, Seems they end up crazy but I guess you can't blame them. Once thought of returning, even got my bags to pack, Then suddenly I knew this ol' man ain't going back!