Background

This song was written from our third floor flat on Manor Avenue, in Lewisham, on October 19 and 20, 1974. From our garrett window, the slate rooftops appeared like so many serpentine backbones snaking their way in to London.  By contrast it summoned up romantic notions of the wide, open woodlands and lakes left behind in Ontario.  Childhood memories came to mind when writing this song – times when I spent several summer holidays with a friend of mine at a cottage in Waubaushene.  What a great aboriginal word – Waubaushene.  Thank you Pete Avery for the great memories – especially fishing.

Credits

Writer/composer – Pete Thorne
Acoustic Guitar/Electric Guitar – Sean Roberts
Double Bass – Alex Paris

Lyrics

Lookin’ out my garret window
At a world picked clean of the things I know
And thinkin’ of a plane trip ticket
That would help me make it to Ontario

Still wishin’ that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-o-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wowo

Thinkin’ of Orillia
Still I can’t get away from this city bind
Waubaushene was a town I’ve seen
Spent a summer or two there with a friend of mine

Still wishin’ that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-wo-wo-wowo

I’ll wear an upside grin
When I greet my kin
By the lake some Saturday soon
And then I’ll sit outside
With some hometown pride
And the cry of the lonely loon
Wo-o-o-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wowo

I remember Coldwater summers
Fishin’ sunfish suppers from a shaky pier
And I recall returnin’ there
When the season turned into another year

Still wishin’ that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-wo-wo-wowo

When I get home some day
I know I’ll make my way
Up north to the wind in the pines
And when the loon up there
Sings out that haunting prayer
I’ll have Ontario on my mind
Wo-o-o-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wowo