文本歌词

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 prod 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 you 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 your 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