Yesterdays

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