YeSTeRDaYS

I can still feel the air, the wind, the bittersweet cold

Piercing my skin & within, straight to my soul

And the whisper . . . of days long ago

And the whisper . . . I feel so old

 

I miss my yesterdays

I miss my yesterdays

It's all I can do, I’ll never let go of my yesterdays

 

I can still close my eyes and feel the eastern sunshine

People’s Pond, The Book, Lion's Rock and Adeline’s

 

I miss my yesterdays

I miss my yesterdays

It's all I can do, I’ll never let go of my yesterdays

 

When will I see?  Where will I be?

Yesterdays gone but the mem'ries live on & on & on

So I’ll keep living today as long as I can say

Nothing can take away all of my yesterdays

 

(Never take away, never take away) All my yesterdays

(Never take away, never take away) All my yesterdays

(Never take away, never take away) All my yesterdays

Yesterdays

 

Someone once said to me something so real

"Age is just a number that’s all, not how you feel."

So I whisper . . . silent I seem

And I whisper . . . but inside I scream

 

I miss my yesterdays

I miss my yesterdays

It's all I can do, I’ll never let go of my yesterdays

I miss my yesterdays

I miss my yesterdays

It's all I can do, I’ll never let go of my yesterdays

(Ooooh) yesterdays

(Ooooh) yesterdays

 

                                                                              C. Curtis

                                                                              Aug., 2000