Our little dream castle
With ever 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 we planted roses
The weeds seem to say,
A cottage for sale.
Through every single window
I see your face,
But when I reach the window there's,
Only empty space.
The keys in the mailbox
The same as before,
But no one is waiting
For me -anymore.
The end of my story
Is there on the door.
A cottages for sale.
