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
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
just a passing breeze
filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
Johnny Mercer
