The days, of wine and ro ? ses,
Laugh and run away, like a child, at play,
Through the meadow land toward a closing door,
A door marked nev - er - more, that wasn't there before.
The lone - ly night, dis - clo ? ses,
Just a passing breeze, filled with memories,
Of the golden smile that in - tro - duced me to,
The days of wine and roses and you.
(Instrumental : verse 1 - last line- humming the tune)
The lone - ly night dis - clo ? ses,
Just a passing breeze filled with memories,
Of the golden smile that in - tro - duced me to,
The days of wine and roses, and you.