ELLA FITZGERALD AND JOE PASS
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through a meadowland 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