A Cottage For Sale Larry Conley e Willard Robison com Nat King Cole, 1957 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 beautiful garden has withered away. Where we planted roses the weeds seem to say, "A cottage for sale." Bridge Through every single window I see your face But when I reach the win - dow there's only empty space The key's in the mail box, the same as be - fore But no one is waiting for me anymore The end of our story is told on the door A Cottage For Sale. Transcrito por Roberto Crescioni Bauru, 24 de dezembro de 2008