"Cottage In The Country"
There's and old cottage, waiting in the country,
Waiting for someone to call,
There's an old kettle boiling by the fire,
There's and welcome mat in the hall,
There's an old mum and dad there awaiting,
For a son that's been gone for so long,
There's and old cottage waiting in the country,
Waiting for that boy to come home.
May years ago he had to leave them,
And travel far across the stormy sea,
To fight for the things that he believed in,
With a song and a guitar on his knee,
But they hoped and they prayed that he'd return to them,
Tho' the weeks slowly turned into years,
Many nights they had been so lonely
Many nights there had been many tears.
The old man is tired and weary,
His back bend over with age,
The old woman she sits by the fire,
And just gazes into the flames,
On a table that is standing beside her,
Are the pictures of the son she misses so,
The sons she held and kissed so dearly,
When he left her, so many years ago.
© Isla Grant
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