Sweet Song From Yesterday - Bob Zentz
Hold back the days in which I'm living,
So far from home, so far from free;
Hold back the way we've all been given,
And let a sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
If we should meet like ships a-passin',
Some stormy night upon the blue,
We may not speak, but for the asking,
I'd let a sweet song from yesterday wash over you.
When it seems you dreams ain't worth the dreamin',
When you can't find you way through,
And when you schemes ain't worth the schemin',
Just let a sweet song from yesterday wash over you.