The Cottage
It was only for a short time
I had the privilege to stay
In a quaint little caretaker's cottage
Down the lane a little ways
It sat in the shadow of a grand old home
Luxurious in her day
A carriage house held cars now
I wanted very much to stay
I escaped to times of old
Looking over the river Thames
I spent everyday with a pony named Apache
Escaping to way back when
My life proceeded, as you guessed
But a piece of me was always owned
By a little cottage in Canada
Down a lane on Pond Mills Road
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