I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your sorrows
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we watched 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
Wind was whistling all its charms
Was 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
Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning
Ginger lady in my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I'd hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking bout the first time
I never think about the last


Now the song is nearly over
We may never know what it means
you're light I'll hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams