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 song were waiting to be sung, So many wayward pleasures laid 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, 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.
Writer(s): HERBERT KRETZMER, CHARLES AZNAVOUR