Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy, sweet sequestered days.
Olden days, golden days,
Days of mad ro - mance and love.
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine,
Joyous free and flaming life, forsooth, was mine.
Sad am I, glad am I
For today I'm dreaming of Yesterdays.
Repeat 2 twices .
