[00:02.140]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:08.740]I teased at life as if it were a foolish g ame,
[00:15.590]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle fl ame.
[00:21.890]The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
[00:27.290]I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
[00:33.400]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
[00:44.690]and only now I see how the years ran away.
[00:47.890]Yesterday when I was young
[00:55.110]so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,
[01:01.320]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[01:08.840]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:15.410]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
[01:25.340]I never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:28.570]and every conversation I can now recall
[01:35.480]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[02:10.980]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
[02:17.950]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
[02:24.680]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young.