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      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 wake up in the morning   The ginger lady by my bed   Covered in a cloak of silence   I hear you talking in my head      I'm not singing for the future   I'm not dreaming of the past   I'm not talking of 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   You're the measure of my dreams   The measure of my dreams