Martha

Operator, number please It's been so many years Will she remember my ol' voice While I fight the tears Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is ol' 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 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 There was no tomorrow We packed away our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day I feel so much older now, and you're much older, too How's your husband, and how's 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 days of roses Poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you And all you had was me There was no tomorrow We packed away our sorrows And we saved 'em 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 bein' together was never meant to be But Martha, 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 There was no tomorrow We packed away our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day And I remember quiet evenings Trembling close to you