Julio Iglesias - Yesterday when i was young

Yester^Dm7day, when I was ^G7young, the taste of life was ^CM7sweet, as rain upon my ^FM7tongue, I teased at life, as ^Fmif it were a foolish ^E7game, Am E+ A7 the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.

The thousand dreams I ^Dm7dreamed, the splendid things I ^G7planned, I always built, ^CM7alas, on weak and shifting ^FM7sand, I lived by night, and ^Fmshunned the naked light of ^E7day, Am E+ A7 and only now, I see, how the years ran away.

Yester^Dm7day, when I was ^G7young, so many happy ^CM7songs were waiting to be ^FM7sung, so many wayward ^Dm7pleasures lay in store for ^E7me, Am E+ A7 and so much pain, my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that ^Dm7time, and youth at last ran ^G7out, I never stopped to ^CM7think, what life, was all ^FM7about, and every conver^Dm7sation, I can now re^E7call, Am E+ A7 concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all.

Yester^Dm7day, the moon was ^G7blue, and every crazy ^CM7day, brought something new to ^FM7do, I used my magic ^Fmage, as if it were a ^E7wand, Am E+ A7 and never saw the waste, and emptiness beyond. The game of love I ^Dm7played, with arrogance and ^G7pride, And every flame I ^CM7lit, too quickly, quickly ^FM7died, the friends I made, all ^Fmseemed, somehow, to drift ^E7away, Am E+ A7 and only I am left, on stage, to end the play.

There are so many ^Dm7songs in me, that won't be ^G7sung, I feel the bitter ^CM7taste, of tears upon my ^FM7tongue, the time has come for ^Dm7me to pay for yester^E7day.. when I was ^Amyoung.^{Dm Am}