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 never more, 
 
 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!