The Renaissance - FACE OF YESTERDAY lyrics

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The lonely street eclipsed the sun

Until the sculptor had begun

To etch and mold a dream

Which soon became a passing game

A sad forgotten scene

A face of yesterday

The builder laid his base of sand

And stretched his willing gentle hand

To seek the help, to shape the life

He had depended on

Which fell like rain and snow

A face of yesterday

The man of music wrote a score

For several instruments or more

When they played together

Then they found disharmony

A cluttered symphony

A face of yesterday