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 heard when things are being said Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold And in be-tween what might have been and what has come to pass A mis-be-gotten guess a-las 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.. 3x||: