Long ago a young man sits
And plays his waiting game
Things are not the same it seems
As in such tender dreams
Slowly passing sailing ships
And Sunday afternoons
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
These are 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 to love
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