1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
"Did I write that?"
"Christ- it sounds like the theme from The Godfather 2"
"Ok, listen, if you count really extra fantastic, maybe we can get through that lame piece of music"
"That starts this song, ok?" ("Did he start the song yet?")
"Ok, so, so, just count with so much energy"
"That it will get us through those next two bars"
"Are you ready? You really gotta blow the house down"
("Harry don't mess it up")
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
There you stand in your dungarees
Looking all grown up and so very pleased
When you write your poems they have so much to say
When you speak your dreams it takes my breath away
You know I want to be a ball player
A regular slugging fool
But I guess our dreams must wait awhile
Until we finish school
And so you and I
We watch our years go by
We watch our sweet dreams fly
Far away (away), but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be happy then
Till our time (our time) just drifts away
There you stand in your wedding dress
You're so beautiful that I must confess
I'm so proud you have chosen me
When a doctor is what you want to be
You know I want to be a painter, girl
A real artistic snob
But I guess we'll have our children first
You'll find a home, I'll get a job
And so you and I
We watch our years go by
We watch our sweet dreams fly
Far away (away), but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be happy then
Till our time just drifts away
Listen to the seasons passing
Listen to the wind blow
Listen to the children laughing
Where do broken dreams go?
There you stand in your tailored suit
So many years gone by, but you're still so cute
You take the car to go and meet the bus
When our grandchildren come to visit us
And you say you should have been a ballerina, babe
There are songs I should have sung
But I guess our dreams have come and gone
You're supposed to dream when you are young
And so you and I
We've watched our years go by
We've watched our sweet dreams fly
Far away (away), but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be ha-ha-happy then
Till our time (our time) just drifts away