Here's another oldie that sits forever in my memory. I think it's time to blog and share this one to people who have missed the 1970s, when we thought great songs by great talents would always exist. Not so.
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 this song I sing so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend,
Loving the love I love to love, to love, to love...
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