When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
the days of wine and roses
are to come.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
take a walk together
in the sun.
When the honeymoon is over
and the pieces packed away,
pictures hung in silver frames
with tokens of the day.
Here at last
the die is cast,
your single days
are long, long passed.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
the days of wine and roses
are to come.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
take a walk together
in the sun.
When the honeymoon is over
and the relatives all gone,
everything they came to say
still lingers on and on.
Here at last
the die is cast,
your single days
are long, long passed.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
the days of wine and roses
are to come.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
take a walk together
in the sun.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
the days of wine and roses
are to come.
When the honey, honey, honeymoon is over,
take a walk together
in the sun.
Copyright Keith Ames
