Testo Face Of Yesterday

The lonely street eclipsed the sun Until the sculptor had begun To etch and mold a dream Which soon became a passing game A sad forgotten scene A face of yesterday The builder laid his base of sand And stretched his willing gentle hand To seek the help, to shape the life He had depended on Which fell like rain and snow A face of yesterday The man of music wrote a score For several instruments or more When they played together Then they found disharmony A cluttered symphony A face of yesterday