You sit with the man who threw it all away

And you dream of the birds that have flown away

And you hope that you won't see it fall again



And you will sing day by day, old joy comes back to me

You'll sing day by day, old joy comes back to me



You say this is the life of the influence of dreams

Tall buildings and a wife won't be enough for me

There is more in the world to be found than dreams



And you will sing day by day, old joy comes back to me

You'll sing day by day, old joy comes back to me



Forget the things that get away, forget the things that get away

Don't dream of yesterday, don't dream of yesterday