number please,
it's been so many years
She'll remember my old voice
while I fight the tears
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost.
I am calling long distance,
don't worry about the cost.
It's been forty years or more now,
Martha, please recall.
An d meet me out for coffee,
where we'll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
and poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you
and all you had was me
There were no tomorrows,
we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy
day
I feel so much older now
And you're much older, too
How's the husband?
How's the kids?
You know, I got married, too
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
We were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature
Most were days of roses
Poetries and prose and Martha
All I had was you
And all you had was me
There were no tomorrows
We packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day
And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man
I guess that our being together
was never meant to be
Oh but Martha, oh Martha,
I love you, can't you see?
And those were days of roses,
po etry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you,
and all you had was me
There were no tomorrows,
we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy
day
I re member quiet evenings,
Travelling close to you.