Way up in the mountains
Above the green hills
Lives a poor hermit, with an old homemade fiddle
In the late afternoon, when the days work is through
He cradles that fiddle like a girl he once knew

Take a step, take a step
Take an old fashioned step
He's beginning to remember the tune
Another step, another step
Another old fashioned step
It's almost like she's in the room
He's playing the Yesterday Waltz

One day late last winter
Before the big snow
He packed up his fiddle and all of his clothes
His boney old donkey, some corn from his still
And he walked all the way down
Into those green hills

Take a step, take a step
Take an old fashioned step
He's beginning to remember the tune
Another step, another step
Another old fashioned step
And soon he'll be there in her room
Playing the Yesterday Waltz
Way down in the meadow, the valley so low
There lives a poor spinster
With an old gramaphone
One night before bedtime, along with the rain
She heard someone playing
A familiar refrain

Take a step, take a step
Take an old fashioned step
And now she remembers the tune
Another step, another step
Another old fashioned step
And yesterday fills up the room
They're dancing the Yesterday Waltz

Take a step, take a step
Take an old fashioned step
And now they remember the tune
Another step, another step
Another old fashioned step
And yesterday fills up the room
They're dancing the Yesterday Waltz

Take a step, take a step
Take an old fashioned step
They're dancing the Yesterday Waltz