Days Of Wine And Roses

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play

Through a meadow land 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, oh oh.