The writer who wrote,
That song they sing,
Yesterday, when I was young,
Knew more than, one or two things.

Yesterday, I ran and jumped and played,
I was a nine-year-old,
The one they told,
Straighten-up, when I misbehaved,
I was the one, the others' would scold,
I was the one, acting foolish and bold.

Now they're gone, livin' with the Lord,
Me I'm the age they were then, for sure,
But ain't never lonely,
Ain't never bored,
I've only me, to depend on anymore.

The ones' I love and cherish so dear,
I have their beautiful spirit,
To talk to and hold near.