THINGS OF THE PAST

Every night I love you in my dreams
and everything is as it was before,
but when I wake up I'm alone
and you don't love me anymore.
We were young lovers
you and I,
with our hearts in our hands
and our heads in the sky.
Life was simple and loving
very easy to do,
pain and sorrow did not exist
and dreams always came true.
Then one day I became a woman
and you were a man at last,
but love and dreams were gone
becoming things of the past.