Ella Fitzgerald — Days Of Wine And Roses

The days of wine and roses Laugh and run away Like a child at play Through the 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 Wine and roses and you The days of wine and roses Laugh and run away Like a child at play Through the 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 Wine and roses and you Wine, roses and you Wine, roses and you Roses and you