A Cottage For Sale

A Cottage For Sale - Matt Monro (麦特·蒙洛)

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 beautiful 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 for me any more

The end of the story is told on the door

A cottage for sale

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 for me any more

The end of the story is told on the door

A cottage for sale