Patti Page — The Days of Wine and Roses 1963

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