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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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