
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned, Yesterday, when I was young, I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out, Yesterday, the moon was blue, The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride, There are so many songs in me, that won't be sung, 
"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
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
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 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
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
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
I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,
The time has come for me to pay,
For yesterday, when I was young
Recorded By ~ Roy Clark ~
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