I Often Does Think

I often does think of the people i will never more meet Many of them live in Duhallow, Sliabh Luachraand Millstreet And many from Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra live far away Among the many migrants of Ireland as i am today Since i have been absent of time quite a span From where i lived as a boy and a younger man On my balding head the hair no longer dark brown Nowadays i would be a stranger to many west of Millstreet Town The beauty of youth by time is stripped away The young of the nineteen sixties showing their years in gray And some of them where the deceased are now lay Feel grateful to see the dawn of every day And only the memories with me now remain Of people i know but may not meet again.