Guy Lombardo
Cottage For Sale
Our little dream castle with every dream gone

Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn

And my heart is heavy as I gaze upon

A cottage for sale

The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay

Our beautifil garden has withered away

Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say

A cottage for sale

From every single window, I see your face

But when I reach a window, there's empty space

The key's in the mail box the same as before

But no one is waiting any more

The end of the story is told on the door
A cottage for sale