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 do 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 this song so sad..
Dreaming the dreams
I dream my friend
Loving the love I love
to love to love to love..
Oh no no no no..