When I was young, I dreamed
(I dreamed)
Of kissing (and kissing)
‘Till night were through,
And you were my vision,
Yes, you were my vision
Draped in love,
Caressingly blue.
Now, I am not young
And I am not old,
I believe, I believe
(I believe) in you,
And my dreams are of loving,
My dreams are of loving,
Under the vast red sky with you.
And when I am old,
I shall still dream
Yes, I shall (still dream)
‘Till dreaming is through.
Oh when I am old,
I shall still hold.
My vision, clearly
Vividly
(You)
1995