Days of Wine and Roses - Pat Boone

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

(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-oo-oo

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