James Taylor

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
CHORUS: Cm7 G
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 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
CHORUS: Cm7 G
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..
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Long Ago And Far Away
James Taylor (c) 1970 Blackwood Music
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 heard when things are being said
Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold
And in be-tween what might have been and what has come to pass
A mis-be-gotten guess a-las 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..
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