Yesterdays never betray the hint of what they know, from the pit of mind. the deepest thoughts that come and go, as ever good and true as time leave its shadow behind. the breath of tomorrow on the grave of yesterday's grow, the leaves never let go of the morning dew so long my friend, as yesterday's flow I will meet you in tomorrow's hew yesterday's, yesterday's never to return the yesterday's that's what the old folks say the memories of yesterday One more high, one more low will I make it, I don't know if my muse is gone, the notes will flow In the arms of tomorrow yesterdays, yesterdays never to return the yesterdays One more high, one more low will I make it, I don't know if my muse is gone, the notes will flow In the arms of tomorrow
