Текст песни
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 old welcome mat in the hall
There's an old mom 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
Many 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
And many nights there have been many tears
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 old welcome mat in the hall
There's an old mom 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
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's standing beside her
Are the pictures of the son she misses so
The son she held and kissed so dearly
When he left her, so many years ago
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 old welcome mat in the hall
There's an old mom 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
There's and old cottage waiting in the country
Waiting for that boy to come home
Waiting for that boy to come home