Yesterday, when I was young
there were so many bows just waiting to be strung
so many feathered shafts to send upon the wind
I never thought the time for that would ever end
A thousand hunts I planned, I dreamed they'd be so grand
but some just slipped away like weak and shifting sand
I never seemed to have the time to make them real
now late in life it seems I've lost some of my zeal.
Yesterday, when I was young
the hills I climbed were steep, but I crested on the run
now it seems the valleys are where I prefer to be
my legs are old, no longer do they want to carry me.
Youth and strength it seemed could conquer anything
no challenge left untried, no bow I couldn't string
I gave no thought to what the future held for me
I only knew that arrows on the wind would set me free.
Yesterday, has past me by
but I still like to watch my arrows as they fly
the bows I shoot are not as heavy as before
and I don't shoot them quite as often anymore
Those hunts of years gone by, though they're in the past
I have such sweet memories, and those memories will last
So I can re live again, those Golden times back when
back when, I was young