CHERISHED memories flow when I think of yesterday when I was young. Joy intermingled with laughter, sometimes tears, go streaming in the array of emotions – remembrances of yesteryears when I was young.
The song was produced with the collaborative effort of French singer-songwriter Charles Aznavour [1924 -2018] and Del Newman, a British conductor, orchestral arranger and music producer.
Fellow oldsters (going 80+ like me), you bet we can still sing this song I did yesterday when I was young:
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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, me and nothing else at all
[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
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
Young, young…
(Send comments to: jclagoc@gmail.com as you recall the sweet sadness of long ago./PN)
