Yesterdays, yesterdays, days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days Olden days, golden days, days of mad romance and love Then gay youth was mine, and truth was mine Joyous free and flaming life forsooth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, for today I'm dreaming of, of yesterdays Then gay youth was mine, the truth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, for today I'm dreaming of, of yesterdays