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, Always built to last on weak and shifting sands. 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 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 at times, 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 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. Thanks for watching!