Operator, number, please, 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 about 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 days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrows and we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day And I feel so much older now, you're much older, too How's the husband? How's your kids? You know that I got married, too? Lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure 'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature And those were days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrow, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am And all that really mattered then was that I was a man I guess that our being together was never meant to be And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see? And those were days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, and we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you