Father always said to do it right
You take it slowly through the night
But I lit a flame watched it grow
Burning anything but slow
Whoa
Mother always told me it'd be hard
Wandering through the darkest dark
Heaven knows the wind don't blow
When your sails need billowing to go
Whoa
Yesterday I woke up to the morning sunrise
O'er the rolling hills and meadows of the spring
Yesterday I went to sleep to glowing fireflies
And watched a shooting star fly far across the sky
But that's yesterday
Didn't know to go against the stream
My mind was full of other things
Like making friends say hello
Needed kids with me to grow
Whoa
Yesterday I'd go exploring in Ray Harrell
Lost my way I'd have to stay until they'd come
Once a day sit in the shade of ancient pine trees
Every May sit in the spray of fountain pond
But that's yesterday