Guy Lombardo

 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 proud of is waving in hay,

 Our beautifil 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 mail box the same as before,

 But no one is waiting any more,

 The end of the story is told on the door.

 A cottage for sale.


 From: Lynncw@aol.com