Brenda Lee — Days Of Wine And Roses

The days of wine and roses Laugh and run away Like a child at play Through the meadow land 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 (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