As time steals by and the years grow gray,
We turn to the songs of yesterday.
When the world was new and the skies were blue
And everything seemed so real and true,
And we dream and long, for the tender song,
While memories crowd like a restless throng,
To taunt me and tell me of right and wrong
Till my heart and my mind trail far away
To the vanished wonders of yesterday.
Back thru the mind’s meadows of sun and shade,
By the silver stream and the leafy glade,
We wander and sing while the echos ring,
With the jest of youth and the lilt of spring,
And love is crowned as our king – our king.
So while our health and our wealth may drift away
We still have the songs of our yesterday.