Home | About | Chat | Help | Listen | Lyrics | Playlist | Request | Podcast | Store 

Tune In Now
Tune In!
Subscribe to RoaC Podcast!
Support Us

Featured Links

Deeper Into Music

Kirsten Proffit

Mozart's Ghost

The Po Network

Dead Musicians

What'd He Say?

What Time?


When I Was Young
Roy Clark [1969]

Buy the CD at Amazon.com!


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

[Buy the CD]

Copyright 2009, Jester Radio - All Rights Reserved