| Lyrics: | (A. Wilder, W. Engvick)
[Recorded April 14, 1965, Hollywood]
That year in Oakland High
when I was seventeen
The grass from there to San Jose was high and cool and green
I see it
now
Too brash and young was I to know what time could mean
The old Acacia, long cut
down, was felt but never seen
I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves
have come and gone
The years go racing by, I live as best I can
And all at once I know
it means the making of a man
I see it now
I see it now
I see it now |
