Our little dream castle with every dream gone
It′s lonely inside it, the shades are all drawn
And my heart is heavy as I gaze upon
Our cottage for sale
The lawn mown shade in prime, waving in the hay
Our beautiful garden has withered away
For your planted roses weaved seem to say
Our cottage for sale
Oh, the memories seen in the window
I see your face
But when I reach a window
All I, I see there's an empty space
The keys in the mailbox, same as before
No one is waiting for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
Our cottage for sale
Oh, the memories seen in the window
I see, I see your face, yes
But when I reach a window
There′s an empty, an empty space
Keys in the mailbox, same as before
No one is waiting for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
Our cottage for sale, our cottage for sale
A little old cottage for sale
That's my home, too
Writer(s): Willard Robison, Larry Conley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
