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

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 thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid 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 years 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 a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died

The friends I made 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