[00:11.50]yesterday when i was young
[00:15.98]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:21.92]i teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
[00:27.16]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
[00:32.27]the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned
[00:36.44]i always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
[00:43.06]i lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
[00:48.47]and only now i see how the years ran away.
[00:54.05]yesterday when i was young
[00:59.10]so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,
[01:04.72]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[01:10.38]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:15.91]i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
[01:20.66]i never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:24.55]and every conversation i can now recall
[01:31.79]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[01:46.33]
[02:02.22]yesterday the moon was blue
[02:07.48]and every crazy day brought something new to do.
[02:12.85]i used my magic age as if itwere a wand
[02:17.72]and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
[02:23.25]the game of love i played with arrogance and pride
[02:28.69]and every flame i lit too quickly quickly died.
[02:34.06]the friedns i made all seemed somehow to drift away
[02:39.54]and only i am left on stage to end the play.
[02:48.40]
[02:49.16]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 the 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 itwere 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 friedns i made all seemed somehow to drift away
and only i am left on stage to end the play.
yesterday when i was young.