
And he hummed....
"Yesterday when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet as rain up-on 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, 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 a way." *
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Yesterday when I was young
Circa 1965
English Lyric by Herbert Kretzmer
Original French Text and Music by Charles Aznavour
** Picture taken with Sigma 70-200mm F2.8 EX APO lens + Sigma 2X Teleconverter