Dusty Springfield - Yesterday when i was young

^AmYester^Dmday when I was ^Gyoung, the taste of life was ^Csweet as rain upon my ^Ftongue. I teased at life as ^Dmif it were a foolish ^Egame, the way the evening ^Ambreeze may tease the candle flame.

The thousand dreams I ^Dmdreamed, the splendid things I ^Gplanned, I always built to ^Clast on weak and shifting ^Fsand. I lived by night and ^Dmshunned the naked light of ^Eday and only now I ^Amsee how the time ran away.

Yester^Dmday when I was ^Gyoung, so many lovely ^Csongs were waiting to be ^Fsung. So many wild ^Dmpleasures lay in store for ^Eme and so much pain my ^Ameyes refused to see.

I ran so fast that ^Dmtime and youth at last ran ^Gout. I never stopped to ^Cthink what life was all a^Fbout. And every conver^Dmsation that I can now re^Ecall concerned itself with ^Amme and nothing else at all.

The game of love I ^Dmplayed with arrogance and ^Gpride and every flame I ^Clit too quickly, quickly ^Fdied. The friends I made all ^Dmsomehow seemed to slip a^Eway and only now I'm ^Amleft alone to end the play.

Oh, yester^Dmday when I was ^Gyoung, so many, many ^Csongs were waiting to be ^Fsung. So many wild ^Dmpleasures lay in store for ^Eme and so much pain my ^Ameyes refused to see.

There are so many ^Dmsongs in me that won't be ^Gsung. I feel the bitter ^Ctaste of tears upon my ^Ftongue. The time has come for ^Dmme to pay for yester^Eday when I was ^Amyoung.