days of wine and roses

Ray Conniff

The days of wine and roses, laugh and run away, like a child at play, through a meadowland, toward a closing door
A door marked â??never moreâ?? that wasnt there before
The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze, filled with memories of the golden smile that introduced me to
To the days of wine and roses and you

(Do filme Vício Maldito)