(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