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 40 years or more

Now, Martha, please recall

And 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

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

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

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 days of roses

Poetry and prose and Martha

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