Yesterday
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I played at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze plays with a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sands
I lived by night, declined the naked light of day
And only now I see the years that ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many crazy songs were waiting to be sung
So many crazy times that lay in store for me ...