Writer(s): wilder/engvick That year in oakland high When i was seventeen The gra** 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