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