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