Songteksten

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
he 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
Written by: Henry Mancini, Johnny Mercer
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out