The Days Of Wine And Roses - text
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away
Like a child at play
Through a meadowland toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
Through a 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
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
