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DOperator, A7number plebase, it's Abeen Gso many years.
DShe'll reA7member Dmy old A7voice bwhile I Afight the Gtears.
DHello, B7hello there. eIs this A7Martha? DThis is B7ol' Tom eFrost. A7
I Dam caB7lling loeng diA7stance, don't wobrry abAout the coGst.

DIt's been B7fourteen eyears or A7more now; DMartha, B7please reecall, A7
DAnd meet me B7out for ecoffee Awhere we'll btalk Aabout it G all.

DAnd those were days of Groses, of Dpoetry and Gprose
And Martha, ball I had was Gyou and all you ehad Awas Dme. G
DThere was no toGmorrow, we Dpacked away our Gsorrows
And we sbaved them for a GraiAny dDay.
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I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids? You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.

And those were days of roses, of 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 them for a rainy day.

I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.

And those were days of roses, of 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 them for a rainy day.

I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...