A Cottage For Sale

Guy Lombardo



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.





From: Lynncw@aol.com