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Operator, number, please: |
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it's been so many years |
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Will she remember my old voice |
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while I fight the tears? |
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Hello, hello there, is this Martha? |
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this is old Tom Frost, |
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And I am calling long distance, |
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don't worry 'bout the cost. |
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'Cause it's been forty years or more, |
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now Martha please recall, |
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Meet me out for coffee, |
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where we'll talk about it all. |
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And those were the days of roses, |
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poetry and prose and Martha |
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all I had was you and all you had was me. |
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There was no tomorrows, |
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we'd packed away our sorrows |
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And we saved them for a rainy day. |
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And I feel so much older now, |
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and you're much older too, |
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How's your husband? |
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and how's the kids? |
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you know that I got married too? |
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Lucky that you found someone |
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to make you feel secure, |
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'Cause we were all so young and foolish, |
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now we are mature. |
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And those were the days of roses, |
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poetry and prose and Martha |
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all I had was you and all you had was me. |
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There was no tomorrows, |
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we'd packed away our sorrows |
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And we saved them for a rainy day. |
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And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am |
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And all that really mattered then was that I was a man |
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I guess that our being together was never meant to be |
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And Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see |
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And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose |
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And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me |
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There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows |
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And we saved them for a rainy day |
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And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you |
