Frank Sinatra

Yesterday when I was young

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 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. 

Yesterday, when I was young, 
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, 
So many wayward 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. 

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 ev'ry 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.

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