Words which are wasted, words which are weak
What do we live for and what do we seek
Some way to love them,and some way to speak
To yesterday's people with yesterday's dreams
They've lived in this world for so many years
Fought in the wars but still long for peace
But now they look back on what might have been
For yesterday's people with yesterday's dreams
Once my soul it would rise to the sound of love singing
But the sounds of my childhood have long been forgotten
I could dance without tiring from morning till evening
But my old heart is wasted and my body grows feeble
Once we were young, we too had our dreams
To climb every mountain and see everything
But now we grow older and colder it seems
We're yesterday's people with yesterday's dreams
