Lyrics:

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 Ive dreamed my friend

Loving the love I love



To love is just a word Ive 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