YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG CHARLES AZNAVOUR --------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 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 ev'ry conversation I can now recall concerned itselfe with me and nothing else at all. Yesterday the moon was blue and ev'ry 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 ev'ry flame I lit to quickly, quickly died; The friends I made all seemed some how 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. - line" Roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of summer, those days of so µ {   * , L N • — Ë ê  P „ À ö " V ‹ ² Ó  : m — ™ Ë Ë é  D y ª á  B t µ µ  Ë µ    Arial