Versión inglesa del clásico francés Hier encore, de Georges Garvarentz y Charles Aznavour de 1964. Letra Yesterday, when I was young The taste of life was sweet Like rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if It were a foolish game The way an evening breeze Would tease a candle flame The thousand dreams I dreamed The splendid things I planned I always built to 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 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 That I can recall Concerns itself with me And nothing else at all Trumpet## 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 ...