together once upon a long lost time
Apple trees were blossoming and
Guitars on MacDougal Street,
When I fell in love with you,
Down in Greenwich Village we
were scattered through the nights
Singing at The Bitter End under
Making love in single beds,
Climbing on the Greyhound bus
Singing in MacArthur Park,
Singing in the wilderness
We were gypsies in the wind,
making love as the years went by
You had rhythm in your soul, I had violins
You were rich and I was poor,
Back on Bleeker in the spring and
In the Fat Black Pussy Cat,
Then the world was going mad,
I found my peace in whiskey
and the poets of the past
You were moving past me through the
I was singing folk songs and
The devil's in the details, you said,
I was nearly out of breath
Long before we lost our dreams
and all our songs were sung
You left the world too early,
your spirit died too young
I was headed for the moon,
Searching for the answers in the
What is left of Greenwich Village
The ones we thought were always
right and never would be wrong
Now sometimes the only thing
that gives me hope is you
You who saw right through the veil
that fell out of the blue
I will always hear your songs
one more dream and it is gone
