Writer(s): Wilder/Engvick 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 lawn 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
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