Yesterday When I Was Young
Yesterday, when I was young.
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung.
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much spring my dazzled eyes refused to see.
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 my life and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how it is ran away.
Yesterday, when I was young.
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung.
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much spring 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.
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung.
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much spring my dazzled eyes refused to see.
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 my life and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how it is ran away.
Yesterday, when I was young.
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung.
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much spring 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.
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Writer(s): Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer
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