[00:00.00]Yesterday when I was young
[00:05.89]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:12.19]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
[00:18.26]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
[00:24.05]The thousand dreams I dreamed,
[00:27.19]the splendid things I planned
[00:30.19]I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
[00:36.51]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
[00:42.22]and only now I see how the years ran away.
[00:48.24]Yesterday when I was young
[00:53.56]There were so many songs were waiting to be sung,
[01:00.00]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[01:05.64]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:11.68]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
[01:17.71]I never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:23.13]and every conversation I can now recall
[01:29.25]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[01:35.37]
[01:58.80]esterday, the moon was blue,
[02:04.00]nd every crazy day, brought something new to do,
[02:10.33]I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
[02:15.75]And never saw the waste, and the emptiness beyond
[02:21.63]The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
[02:27.58]And every flame I lit, soo quickly, quickly died,
[02:33.21]The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
[02:39.36]And only I am left, on stage to end the play
[02:45.00]Yesterday when I was young
[02:50.68]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
[02:56.71]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[03:02.56]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[03:14.33]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
[03:20.52]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
[03:26.02]when I was young.
[17:10.00]here are so many songs in me that won't be sung