Yesterday, when I was young,
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The taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,
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I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,
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The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
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The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
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I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,
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I lived by night, and shunned the naked light of day,
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And only now, I see, how the years ran away
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Yesterday, when I was young,
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So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
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So many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
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And so much pain, my dazzled eyes refused to see
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I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out,
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I never stopped to think, what life, was all about,
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And every conversation, I can now recall,
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Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all
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Yesterday, the moon was blue,
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And every crazy day, brought something new to do,
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I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
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And never saw the worst, and the emptiness beyond
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The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
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And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,
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The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
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And only I am left, on stage to end the play
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There are so many songs in me, that won't be sung,
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I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,
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The time has come for me to pay,
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For yesterday, when I was young
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Yesterday When I Was Young
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| Andy Williams |
