COTTAGE FOR SALE, A
(Lyrics: Larry Conley / Music: Willard Robison)
Willard Robison - 1930
Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians - 1930
Revelers - 1930
Peggy Lee - 1944
Billy Eckstine & His Orch. - 1945
Chris Connor - 1954
Dinah Washington - 1956
Nat "King Cole" - 1957
Della Reese - 1957
Matt Monro (with Malcolm Lockyear & His Orch.) - 1957
Ivory Joe Hunter - 1958
Frankie Laine (with Frank Comstock & His Orch.) - 1958
Frank Sinatra - 1959
Nina Simone - 1959
Jackie Gleason - 1959
Little Willie John - 1960
Les Paul & Mary Ford - 1962
Teresa Brewer - 1964
Julie London - 1965
Charles Brown - 1965
Carmen McRae & Herbie Mann - 1967
Arthur Prysock - 1967
Kay Starr & Count Basie - 1968
James Brown - 1968
Barbara Lea - 1977
Lou Rawls - 1980
Natalie Cole - 1991
Holly Cole - 2003
Martha Miyake - 2003
Betty Joplin - 2004
Amber Quinteiro - 2007
Also recorded by:
Maxine Sullivan; Jackie McLean; Buddy Montgomery; Joe Venuti;
Vernelle Anders; Ernie Andrews; Alice Babs; Beverley Sisters;
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams; Don Byas; Matt Dennis; Mel Tormé;
Patty Lupone; Roberta Flack; Jerry Jeff Walker; Johnny Mathis;
Bob Willoughby; Stephane Grappelli; Dick Haymes; Roy Hamilton;
Howard McGhee; Wild Bill Davison; Bill Doggett; Gracie Fields;
Earl Hines; Arne Fogel & The Wolverines Quartet; Judy Garland;
Dorothy Loudon; Dodo Marmarosa; Dave Van Ronk; Jack Teegarden;
Teddy Wilson; Ralph Sutton Quartet; Clyde Terrell; Dinah Shore;
Bucky Pizzarelli; Erroll Garner ........ and many, many others.
As recorded by WILLARD ROBISON:
Love in a bungalow, high on a hill
That was the way we had planned it
Now with the bungalow empty and still
Needing your love to command it
Our little dream castle with every dream gone
Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn
And I feel so lonely as I gaze upon
A cottage for sale
The lawn we were proud of is covered with 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 for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
(Orchestral Interlude)
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 for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2013)
