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Yesterday,
When I Was Young
Roy Clark [1969]

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It seems the love I've known

Has always been the most destructive kind,

I guess that's why now I feel so old before my time

 

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 by night and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now I see how the years ran 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 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 worst and the 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

 

Copyright 1969, Hampshire House Publishing

Original French Lyric and Music by Charles Aznavour
English Lyric by Herbert Kretzmer

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