I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles Smiled at your funny little ways We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell Some of them fell into Heaven Some of them fell into Hell
Well, I took shelter from a shower And I fell into your arms The wind was a-whistling all its charms I sang you all my sorrows You told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Those little girls and boys
Sometimes I wake up in the morning The ginger lady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you talking in my head Well I'm not singing for the future And I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I'll never dream about the last
Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still there's a light I hold before me You're the measure of my dreams You're the measure of my dreams