Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The tousand dreams I dreamed
The splending things I planned
I always built alas, on, weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the tears ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
And youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were awand
And never saw the waste and emtyness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I met all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste
Of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday
When I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The tousand dreams I dreamed
The splending things I planned
I always built alas, on, weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the tears ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
And youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were awand
And never saw the waste and emtyness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I met all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste
Of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday
When I was young