I've been loving you a long time,
Down 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,
More 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,
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'd wake up in the morning,
With a ginger lady by my bed,
And covered in a cloak of silence,
I'd hear her talking in my head.

Now the song is nearly over,
May never find out what it means,
There's a light I hold before me,
You're the measure of my dreams,
The measure of my dreams.

You're the measure of my dreams,
Dreams,
You're the measure of my dreams.