Yesterdays
Leo Reisman
Yesterdays,Yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy,
Swweet sequestered days.
Olden days, golden days,
Days of mad romance and love.
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine,
Joyous free and flaming life,
For-sooth, was mine.
Sad am I, glad am I
For today I’m dreaming of Yesterdays.
