LONG AGO
A YOUNG MAN SITS
AND PLAYS
HIS WAITING GAME
BUT THINGS ARE NOT
THE SAME IT SEEMS
AS IN SUCH
TENDER DREAMS
SLOWLY PASSING
SAILING SHIPS
AND SUNDAY
AFTERNOON
LIKE PEOPLE
ON THE MOON I SEE
ARE THINGS NOT MEANT
TO BE
WHERE DID THOSE
GOLDEN RAINBOWS END
WHY IS THIS SONG
SO SAD
DREAMING THE DREAMS
I'VE DREAMED
MY FRIEND
LOVING THE LOVE
I LOVE TO
LOVE IS JUST A WORD
I'VE HEARD
WHEN THINGS
ARE BEING SAID
STORIES
MY POOR HEAD
HAS TOLD ME
CANNOT STAND
THE COLD
AND IN BETWEEN
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
AND WHAT HAS COME
TO PASS
A MISBEGOTTEN GUESS
ALAS
AND BITS OF BROKEN
GLASS
WHERE DO YOUR
GOLDEN RAINBOWS END
WHY IS THE SONG I SING
SO SAD
DREAMING THE DREAMS
I'VE DREAMED
MY FRIEND
LOVING THE LOVE I LOVE
TO LOVE
TO LOVE
TO LOVE
WHOA NO NO NO OH
NOW