it's been so many years
will she 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 'bout the cost.
'cause it's been forty years or more,
now martha please recall,
meet me out for coffee,
where we'll talk about it all.
and those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and martha
all i had was you and all you had was me.
there was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
and we saved them for a rainy day.
and i feel so much older now,