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 ´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, and you´re much older too,
How´s your husband? and how´s the kids? you know that I got married too?
Luck that you found someone to make you feel secure,
´Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.

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 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 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 remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...