The days of wine and roses
Laugh and run away, like a child that play
Through a meadow land toward the closing door
A door marked "never more"
That wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses
Just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
Laugh and run away, like a child that play
Through a meadow land toward the closing door
A door marked "never more"
That wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses
Just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you