the days
of wine and roses
laugh and run away
like a child at play
through a meadow land
towards a closing door
a door marked nevermore
it 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
holy
night this cross this
just a passing breeze
filled with memories
of the golden smile that introduced me to
the days of wine and roses
and you