歌手:glen compebell
专辑:《Country music from America》

Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue,
I teased the life as if it was a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze would tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
I always built, at last, on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now I see how the years have ran away
Yesterday, when I was young,
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures that lay in store for me,
And so much pain by dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
And I never stopped to think what life was all about,
And every conversation that I can recall,
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all
(~music~)
Yesterday, the moon was blue,
And every crazy day brought something new to do,
And 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 so quickly, quickly died,
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away,
And only I am left on stage to end the play
Yesterday,when I was young,
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
And so much pain by dazzled eyes refused to see
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
Cause feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue,
And the time has come for me to pay for yesterday,
When I was young