Frank Sinatra Days of Wine and Roses

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through a 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

Days of wine and roses

The lonely night discloses, just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smiles that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you-oo-oo