And those were the days of
roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you
and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd
packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy
day.
And I feel so much older now,
and you're much older too,
How's your husband? and how's
the kids? you know that I got married too?
Luck that you found someone
to make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young
and foolish, now we are mature.
And those were the days of
roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you
and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd
packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy
day.
And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered
then was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha, I love
you can't you see?
And those were the days of
roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you
and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd
packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy
day.
And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...
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