Y esterday when I was yo ung
The taste of life was s weet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish ga me
The way an evening b reeze may tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dr eamed the splendid things I pl anned
I always built to la st on weak and shifting s and
I lived by night and sh unned the naked light of d ay
And only now I se e how the years have run away
Y esterday when I was yo ung
S o many happy so ngs were waiting to be sung
So many wild p leasures lay in store for m e
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that ti me and youth at last ran o ut
I never stopped to th ink what life was all about
Every conversa tion that I can now re call
Concerned itself with m e and nothing else at all
Y esterday the moon was b lue
A nd every crazy d ay brought something new to do
I used my magic ag e as if it were a wa nd
And never saw the wa ste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I pl ayed with arrogance and pride
A nd every flame I lit too qu ickly quickly die d
The friends I made all se emed somehow to drift a way
And only I am le ft on stage to end the play
There are so many s ongs in me that won't be s ung
I feel the bitter ta ste of tears upon my t ongue
The time has come for me to pay for yest erday
When I was youn g