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 I sing so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
Loving the love I love
to love to love to love
