A Cottage for Sale

A 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

A 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 mailbox the same as before

But no one is waiting for me anymore

The end of our story is there on the door

A cottage for sale

Writer(s): Larry Conley, Willard Robinson