Original lyrics
ENNo mystery to eclipse the sun
Until the sculpture had begun
To etch and mold the dream
Which soon became a passing dame
A song for god singing
A face of yesterday.
Build a lady's base of sand
And stretched his willing gentle hand
To seek for help to shape
The life he had depended on
Which fell like rain and snow
A face of yesterday.
Man and music, low dusk gone
Four simple instruments or more
When they play together
Then they found his harmony
A cluttered symphony
A face of yesterday.
