Martha

Operator, number please, it's been so many years And she'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost And I am calling long distance, don't worry about the cost It's been forty years or more now Martha please recall And meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all And those were the days of roses Poetry and prose and Martha And all I had was you and all you had was me And there was no tomorrows As we packed away our sorrows And we saved it for a rainy day And I feel so much older now and you're much older too Oh how's the husband and how's the kids? You know that I got married too Oh lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure Oh 'cause we were all so young and foolish and now we are mature And those were the days of roses Poetry and prose and Martha And all I had was you and all you had was me And there was no tomorrows As we packed away our sorrows And we saved it for a rainy day And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am But all that really mattered then was that I was a man I guess that our being together was never meant to be Oh but Martha, oh Martha I love you, can't you see? And those were the days of roses Poetry and prose and Martha And all I had was you and all you had was me And there was no tomorrows As we packed away our sorrows And we saved it for a rainy day And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you