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



Oh no no no no