A Stranger I Would Be

It has been awhile now since my hair was dark brown Since i worked in the old fields west of Millstreet Town The blackbird piped his territorial tune In the early Summer in the prime of June South of my first home place many sky miles away The years have left me looking older and gray And only the memories with me now remain Of faces and places i may not see again To be famed and materially wealthy has not been my due But the now is all that matters does remain ever true The past it has gone and the future ahead And time is ticking on one is forever dead The fields of my youth fade in my memory And to many in Claraghatlea now a stranger i would be.