That year in Oakland High
When I was seventeen
The grass from there to San Jose
Was high and cool and green

I see it now
Too brash and young was I
To know what time could mean
The old Acacia lawn cut down
Was felt but never seen

I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves have come and gone
The years go racing by
I live as best I can
And all at once I know
It means the making of a man
I see it now
I see it now
I see it now

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Writer(s): ALEC WILDER, WILLIAM ENGVICK