I've been loving you
a long time
Down all the years,
down all the days
And I've cried
for all your troubles
Smiled at your
funny little ways
We watched our friends
grow up together
And we saw them
as they fell
Some of them fell
into Heaven
Some of them fell
into Hell
I took shelter
from a shower
And I stepped
into your arms
On a rainy night
in Soho
The wind was whistling
all its charms
I sang you
all my sorrows
You told me
all your joys
Whatever happened to
that old song?
To all those
little girls and boys
Sometimes I'd wake up
in the morning
The ginger lady
by my bed
Covered in a
cloak of silence
I'd hear you talking
in my head
I'm not singing
for the future
I'm not dreaming
of the past
I'm not talking of
the first times
I never think
about the last
Now the song
is nearly over
We may never find out
what it means
Still there's a light
I hold before me
You're the measure
of my dreams
The measure
of my dreams