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
They fought in the wars, but still long for peace.
And 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 songs 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 they were young, they too had their dreams
To climb every mountain to see everything
But now they grow older and colder it seems
Yesterday's people with yesterday's dreams
Words which are wasted, words which are weak
What do we live for and what do we seek
But way to love them, and some way to speak
To yesterday's people with yesterday's dreams.