(Duet with Brabra Streisand) Written by: Neil Diamond, Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman



You don't bring me flowers

You don't sing me love songs

You hardly talk to me anymore

When you come thru the door

At the end of the day



I remember when

You couldn't wait to love me

Used to hate to leave me

Now after lovin' me late at night

When it's good for you

And you're feelin' alright

Well you just roll over

And turn out the light

And you don't bring me flowers anymore



It used to be so natural

To talk about forever

But ";used to be's"; don't count anymore

They just lay on the floor

'Til we sweep them away



And baby, I remember

All the things you taught me

I learned how to laugh

And I learned how to cry

Well I leared how to love

Even learned how to lie

You'd think I could learn

How to tell you goodbye

'Cause you don't bring me flowers anymore