Lyrics:

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 the guitar on his knee,

But they hoped and they prayed
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
A 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...