Was it a hundred years ago, or was it yesterday
That we played our childhood games?
At times it seems it was long, long ago
At others, a recent refrain.
We remember things that made us glad
And also a few that made us sad
As we recall those fiesta days.
But most of the times our memories take us
To pleasant events that won’t soon forsake us
Of those glorious yesterdays.
That we played our childhood games?
At times it seems it was long, long ago
At others, a recent refrain.
We remember things that made us glad
And also a few that made us sad
As we recall those fiesta days.
But most of the times our memories take us
To pleasant events that won’t soon forsake us
Of those glorious yesterdays.
YESTERDAYS
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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