A Cottage for Sale - Frank Sinatra, Gordon Jenkins

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

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 the window

There’s an 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 told on the door

A cottage for sale

From every single window

I see your face

But when I reach the window

There’s an 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 told on the door

A cottage for sale