When you are mature enough, you will understand this song.
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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 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 time ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
so many many songs are waiting to be sung,
so many wild pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my 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 now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made somehow they seemed to slip away
and only now I'm left alone to end the play.
Yesterday when I was young
so many lovely songs are waiting to be sung,
so many wild pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my eyes refused to see.
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.
Dear Ray,
I think I'm not mature enough.
Please sing this to me next time I see you.
Enjoy this
another singer
what about "Yesterday", by the beatles, i think u will find it to ur liking too.....
I was a member of the English Club in secondary school. Teachers shared fook songs with us. Since then, Simon & Garfunkel became my favorite. The lyrics of their songs were so beautiful....
Do you know Scarboro' Fair?
You can't imagine how sad I was when I spotted the word 'once'.
I know this song!!! I sang this in secondary school too!!
Attention: I am still young.
I like "The Boxer"!
The Boxer
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I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared, laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
Lie-la-lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue.
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Now the years are rolling by me,
They are rocking evenly.
I am older than I once was,
Younger than I'll be,
That's not unusual.
No, it isn't strange,
After changes upon changes,
We are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.
Lie-la-lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
Lie-la-lie ...