Roy Clark

Yesterday wehn I was young
The taste of life was sweet
As rain ypon my tounge
I teased at life as if
It were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze
Plays with a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last
On weak and shifting sands
I lived by night
Declined the naked light of day
And only now I see
How years that ran away

Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs
Were waiting to be sung

So many crazy times
That lay in store for me
And so much pain inside
My desert eye 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
That I can now recall
Has all to do with me
And nothing else at all

Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy dat
Brought something new to do
I used my magic age
As if it were a wand
And never say the waste
And emptiness beyond

The games 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 oly I am left
On stage to end the play

It seems the love I've known,
has always been the most destructive kind.
I guess 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 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 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

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 worst and the 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