THE DAYS
OF WINE AND ROSES
LAUGH AND RUN AWAY
LIKE A CHILD AT PLAY
THROUGH
A MEADOWLAND TOWARD
A CLOSING DOOR
A DOOR MARKED
NEVERMORE
THAT 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
JUST A PASSING BREEZE
FILLED WITH MEMORIES
OF THE GOLDEN SMILE
THAT INTRODUCED ME TO
THE DAYS
OF WINE AND ROSES
AND YOU OOH OOH