Days of wine and roses

(Henry Mancini e Johnny Mercer)

The days
Of wine and roses
Laugh and run away
Like a child at play
Through the meadowland
Toward a closing door
A door marked never more
That wasn’t there before

The lonely
Night discloses
Just a passing breeze
Field with memories
Of the golden smile
That introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you