Martha

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 gotmarried 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