Long Ago and Far Away

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 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

Whoa, no, no, no, now