Yesterdays

Yesterday, yesterday

Days I knew as happy, sweet, sequestered days

Olden days, golden days

Days of mad romance and love

Then gay youth was mine and truth was mine

Joyous, free and flaming life

Forsooth was mine, sad am I

Glad am I, for today I'm dreaming of, of yesterdays

Then gay youth was mine, the truth was mine

Sad am I, glad am I

Because today I'm dreaming of yesterday