Dm                   G        C
Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game
    Am                 Am7              Dm             G
But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams
Dm                     G          C   Cm7    F
Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon
Am                 Am7            Dm                  G7
Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be

(refrão)
Cm7                   G
Where do those golden rainbows end
Cm7          G
Why is this song so sad
Cm7                      G
Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend
Cm7        G
Loving the love I love to...

Dm                    G          C          Cm7   F
Love is just a word I heard when things are being said
Am              Am7              Dm               G
Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold
Dm                             G        C        Cm7    F
And in between what might have been and what has come to pass
   Am                         Dm              G7
A misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass

(refrão)
Cm7                  G
Where do your golden rainbows end
Cm7                G
Why is this song I sing so sad
Cm7                   G
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
Cm7        G              Cm7        G
Loving the love I love to love... to love..