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
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
So I sang you all my sorrows
And you told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys?
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
Now I'm not singing for the future
No, I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking about the first time
I never think 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
And you're the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams