Sing yesterday for me,
As I once sang to you;
Tell me the lyrics of myself,
For each time,
I’ll learn something new.
I sang yesterday to you,
Sing tomorrow to me;
You know it all too well—
Its disguise is misery.
Sing to me of yesterday,
Sing to me of tomorrow;
Sing whatever you can,
For you know the lyrics
of my sorrow.