Yesterday, what and easy game to play.
Now it seems to hide away.
Oh I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not have the man I use to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
I believe in yesterday.
Why she had to go?
I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong now I long for yesterdaaaay.
Yesterday love was such and easy game to play.
Now it seems to hide away.
Oh I believe in yesterday.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
(then it goes into "What now my love").

Copyright: BALANDRAS EDITIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Carl Sigman, Gilbert Bécaud, Pierre Delanoë