Yesterdays, Yesterdays, days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days
Olden days, golden days, days of mad romance and love..
Youth was mine, and truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life forsooth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I, for today I’m dreaming of yesterdays
Youth was mine, the truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I, for today I’m dreaming of yesterdays..Jerome Kern
There is a poignant sadness to the last days of autumn, as we recall the carefree days of summer…yet the glorious golden days of fall have their own magic…as I painted this riverside scene I could not help but think of this beautiful song from the 1930s, sung by one of the most wonderful voices in the world
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper..