Days of Wine and Roses

The days of wine and roses
the days of wine and roses
langh and run away
like a child at play
thraugh the meadowland toward a closing door
a door marked nevermore 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
just a passing breeze
filled with memories
of the golden smile that introduced me to
the days of wine and roses and you