I See It Now [The Frank Sinatra Collection] - Frank Sinatra

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