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
They way the evening breeze
May tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always, always bulit
On weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned
The naked light of day
And only now I see
How the years have run away
Yesterday, when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
So many happy pleasures that 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
And 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
Roll over 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
They way the evening breeze
May tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always, always bulit
On weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned
The naked light of day
And only now I see
How the years have run away
Yesterday, when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
So many happy pleasures that 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
And 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
Roll over yesterday, when I was young
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Writer(s): Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer
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