Face Of Yesterday Lyrics - Renaissance

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