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.