Operator, number please, it's been so many years

She'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears

It's been twenty 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, of poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me

There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows

And we saved 'em for a rainy day

I feel so much older now, and you're much older too

How's the husband, and how's the kids, you know that I got married, too

Guess that our bein' together was never meant to be

But, Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see and

Those were days of roses, of poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me

There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows

And we saved 'em for a rainy day

Those were days of roses, of poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me

There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows

And we saved 'em for a rainy day