At the bottom of the road
Across the field
And the Brook
There stands a cottage so run down
That every day I am surprised
It is still there
Years pass
I move away
This cottage passes from my mind
As life with all its joy and pain
Drives this whimsical wondering from my head
Now I am old and all my life is lived every question answered
Every mistake lived
I walk to the bottom of the road
Across the field
And the Brook
Then I turn away
walk back and never look
It will still be there