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 an evening breeze
May tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built a loss
On weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned
The naked light of day
And only now I see
How the years run away
...
Yesterday, when I was young
So many happy songs
Were waiting to be sung
so many wild pleasures
Lay in store for me
And so much pain
My dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
And me at last ran out
I never stopped to think
What life was all about
And every conversation
I can now recall
Concerns 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 or noticed
The emptiness beyond
The game of love I played
With arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit
so 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...
The taste of life was sweet
As rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if
It were a foolish game
The way an evening breeze
May tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built a loss
On weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned
The naked light of day
And only now I see
How the years run away
...
Yesterday, when I was young
So many happy songs
Were waiting to be sung
so many wild pleasures
Lay in store for me
And so much pain
My dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
And me at last ran out
I never stopped to think
What life was all about
And every conversation
I can now recall
Concerns 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 or noticed
The emptiness beyond
The game of love I played
With arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit
so 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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