Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to it's ending Brighter days, I can see such brighter days When every song we sang is sung again And now we know it's for good This time for good And we're lovers once again And you're near me I can remember the rain in December The leaves are brown on the ground In Spain I did love and adore you The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays And tomorrow will bring you near me I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire And I got a picture of all our yesterdays Yesterday, I can say. I got a kick everytime I see That Spain again I can remember the rain in December The leaves are brown on the ground Our love was a Spanish fiesta The bright lights and songs were our joy each day And the nights were the heat of yearning I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire And I got a picture of all our yesterdays Yesterday, I can say. I got a kick everytime I see You gaze at me I see moments of history Your eyes meet mine And they dance to the melody And we live again, as if dreaming The sound of our hearts beat like castanets And forever we know their meaning
Anyone who can play this I consider to be a great musician. Anyone who can improvise this - just pulling the music out of their head - I consider to be a genius. Who was the flute player here?
The intro is actually from Concierto de Aranjuez, a guitar concerto by the Spanish composer Joaquín Rodrigo.composed by the Spanish composer Joaquín Rodrigo.
