Arthur Prysock
a cottage for sale
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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 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.
- Álbum:
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Morning, Noon & Night: The Collection
- Bar Jazz, Vol. 2 (Jazz Club)
- Bar Jazz Vol.2
- Morning Noon And Night: The Collection
- When Love Goes Wrong: Songs for the Broken-Hearted
- The Best of Arthur Prysock: The Milestone Years
- What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life
- Funky Collector, Volume 6
- Jazz Singing
- My Funny Valentine: The Rogers & Hart Songbook (disc 1)
- A Jazz Romance: A Night In With Verve
- Compact Jazz
- Jerome Kern Songbook: A Fine Romance
- My Funny Valentine
- The True Story of Rhythm and Blues, Vol. 10
- For You, for Me for Evermore: The Gershwin Songbooks
- The Complete Gershwin Songbooks
- The Mercury Blues Story (1945 - 1955) - East Coast Blues,...