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