shirley bassey
days of wine and roses [from days of wine and roses]
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through a meadow land toward a closing door A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before  The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you  (The lonely night discloses) just a passing breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you-oo-oo