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Yesterday, when I as young
Sung by Roy Clark (1969)
Seems the love I've known has always been the most destructive kind.
Yes, 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'd always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the 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.
--- Instrumental ---
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 waste and 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.
Songwriters: Charles Aznavour / Georges Garvarentz / Herbert Kretzmer (English translation)
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