Yesterday, When I Was Young - Roy Clark
Seem the love I've known has always been The most destructive kind Guess that's why now I feel so old before my time ³»°¡ °æÇèÇÑ »ç¶ûÀ̶õ ¾ðÁ¦³ª ¹«Ã´À̳ª ÆĸêÀûÀÎ °ÍÀ̾ú´Ù ±×·¡¼ÀÎÁö ³ ³ªÀ̺¸´Ù ´Ä¾î¹ö¸° µí Çϱ¸³ª
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
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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
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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, and nothing else at all
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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 left on stage to end the way
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