A Cottage For Sale

A Cottage For Sale - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

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 for me any more

The end of our story is told on the door

A cottage for sale