In spring I dreamed of summer's sun, And all the things that I'd get done. In summer I did dream of fall, And lovely times we would have all. In fall I dreamed of winter's due, When rest and travel would come true. And now that winter's finally here, I dream of all the wasted years. I dream of times we should have shared, When all were still alive who cared. I dreamed away my life it seems, Instead of living it, I dreamed. Longed for tomorrow every day, And now I long for yesterday. I wish I'd lived each day awake, Left precious moments in my wake. But wisdom comes too late I fear, Too many dreams and wasted years.
