Bronn Journey The Days of Wine and Roses歌词

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play through the 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 sm

The days of wine and roses, Laugh and run away, Like a child at play, Through a meadowland, Toward a closing door, A door marked never more, That wasn't there before. The lonely night discloses, Just a passing breeze, Filled with memories, Of the gol

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through a meadowland 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

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through the 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 gold

The Days Of Wine And Roses - The Dream Syndicate The word from outside and she is on the ledge again drawing a card and threatening everything I'm here wandering where I got in Everybody says I don't care but I'm just trying to remember the days of w

[ti:The Days of Wine and Roses] [ar:Julie London] [al:The Very Best Of Julie London] [offset:0] [00:00.79]The Days of Wine and Roses - Julie London [00:19.27]The days of wine and roses, [00:25.09] [00:29.91]Laugh and run away, [00:31.86] [00:35.08]Li

The Days of Wine and Roses - Julie London The days of wine and roses, Laugh and run away, Like a child at play, Through a meadowland, Toward a closing door, A door marked never more, That wasn't there before. The lonely night discloses, Just a passin

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Days Of Wine And Roses -Andy Williams 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 F