Operator, number, please
It's been so many years
And she'll 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 about the cost
It's been 40 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
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
And there was no tomorrows
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day

And I feel so much older now
And you're much older, too
Oh, how's the husband and how's the kids
You know that I got married, too
Oh lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh, 'cause we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
And there was no tomorrows
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day

And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh but Martha, oh Martha, I love you
Can't you see

And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
And there was no tomorrows
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day

And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you