Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game
But t hings ar e not the s ame it s eems as i n such tender dr eams
Slowly p assing sailing ships and Sunday afte rnoon
Like peopl e on the mo on I s ee ar e things not meant t o 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 l ove to...
Love is just a w ord I h eard whe n things are bein g said
S tories my poor he ad has t old me ca nnot stand the c old
And i n bet ween what mig ht have bee n and wha t has come to pas s
A m isbeg otten guess alas and bits of broken glas s
Where do those golden rainbows end
Why is this song so sad
Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend
Loving the love I l ove to love to love