Frank Sinatra
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play.
Through the meadow land toward a closing door,
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before.
The lone-ly 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.
The days of wine and roses
The lonely - the 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.