Yesterday, I wondered, what will it bring?
A sorrow undaunted, or the fragrance of spring?
I was reading by the fireplace, while I pondered again
Each thought, so pointless, like fires in the rain
But yesterday, I wondered, what can I do?
Will I get to, I hope to, to finally meet you?
The sun’s been brighter these last few days In books, where brightness, is a word, on a page
And hello is a word, and it’s not hard to say
But what can I say, when you are away?
So yesterday, yesterday, when we first met
I’ll treasure that moment like a golden sunset
But yesterday, yesterday, is gone all too fast
Not a soul, not a mountain, exists in the past
Today, my dear, is all that I have
And you, my dear, are my other half