yesterday when i was young
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 g ame,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle fl ame.
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 the 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 every conversation i can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
yesterday the moon was blue
and every crazy day brought something new to do.
i used my magic age as if itwere a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
the g ame of love i played with arrogance and pride
and every flame i lit too quickly quickly died.
the friedns i made all seemed somehow 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.

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美国乡村音乐

简介： 美国乡村音乐起源于美国南部与阿帕拉契山区可追溯至1920年代融合了传统民谣音乐凯尔特音乐福音音乐及古时音乐乡村音乐的曲调一般都很流畅动听曲式结构也比较简单多为歌谣体二部曲式或三部曲式

yesterday when i was young
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 g ame,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle fl ame.
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 the 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 every conversation i can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

yesterday the moon was blue
and every crazy day brought something new to do.
i used my magic age as if itwere a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
the g ame of love i played with arrogance and pride
and every flame i lit too quickly quickly died.
the friedns i made all seemed somehow 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.