Martha
Operator, number, please.It's been so many yearsWill she remember my old voiceWhile 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 MarthaAll I had was you and all you had was me.There was no tomorrows,We'd packed away our sorrowsAnd 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 got married too?Lucky that you found someoneTo 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 MarthaAll I had was you and all you had was me.There was no tomorrows,We'd packed away our sorrowsAnd we saved them for a rainy day.
And I was always so impulsive,I guess that I still am,And all that really mattered thenWas that I was a man.I guess that our being togetherWas 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 MarthaAll I had was you and all you had was me.There was no tomorrows,We'd packed away our sorrowsAnd we saved them for a rainy day.
And I remember quiet eveningsTrembling close to you...