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?

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

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...