text: Operator, number please, its 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, dont worry about the cost
  Cause its been forty years or more, now Martha please recall
  Meet me out for coffee where well talk about it all
  And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose
  And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
  There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows
  And we saved them for a rainy day
  And I feel so much older now, youre much older too
  Hows your husband? And hows 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 the days of roses, of poetry and prose
  And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me
  There was no tomorrows, we 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
  But Martha, Martha, I love you, cant you see?
  And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose
  And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
  There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows
  And we saved them for a rainy day
  And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you