Operator, number, please: it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice while I fight ?
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 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 , we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for .

And I feel so much older now, and you're much older too,
How's your ? and how's the ? you know that I got married too?
Luck that you found someone to make you ,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are .

And those were the days of roses, and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no , we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for .

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, and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no , we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for .

And I remember quiet evenings close to you...