Yesterday's apples were sweeter, Yesterday's trees you could climb Yesterday's mountains were higher, Yesterday's poems would rhyme, Yesterday's children were younger, Yesterday's spring was a song Yesterday's breezes were sweeter, Yesterday's summers were long I've looked for yesterday's apple in every apple I've tried since then Sometimes I think I can taste it, but I've never found it again As summers surrender to autumn and as the years unwind I wonder about that apple, fall memories play tricks with your mind Was yesterday's grass really greener? Were yesterdays trees all that tall? Were the moon and the stars any nearer? Did the long days of summer run deep into the fall? Yesterday's apples may not have been sweeter But they are so sweet to recall Maybe yesterday's apples have ripened with time And all the sweetest apples are gone