Turning back the pages, I remember how it was with you and meYou were just eighteen or so, and I was still a kid at twenty-threeAnd we had our share of hard times when we married in the spring of sixty-oneBut you remember, don't you, babe, how it was to be in love when we were youngIt was waking in the morning and feeling deep inside that we belongedIt was making love and dreaming and hoping that the best was yet to comeIt was talking of tomorrow, learning how to fly and how to fallIt was reaching high for rainbows and believing one by one we'd catch them allLooking back, I wonder how we ever made it down the road this farCause I'm still working for the county and our savings won't have filled a mason jarBut after all, we're still together and I don't regret one thing we ever triedWe're still reaching eight, we're bathing, hoping that old wishing well ain't dryYeah, we're waking in the morning and knowing deep inside that we belongIt's making love and dreaming and looking back on all the things we've doneTalking of tomorrow, still learning how to fly and how to fallWe're still reaching high for rainbows, but I don't believe we'll ever catch them allIn fact, we ain't never caught no rainbows. Honey, I don't suppose it really matters much at allWe'll keep waking in the morning and knowing deep inside that we belongKeep making love and dreaming and looking back on all the things we've doneTalking of tomorrow, still learning how to fly and how to fall