I Often Think

I often think of my friends so far away Those friends of mine in not too distant day I often think do they still think of me Or am I just another memory? I often think if I should go back home That by my old friends I may not be known, That I would be a stranger in Millstreet A stranger to my old friends when we'd meet? I often think that my old friends might say Is he the one who wandered far away He looks so old and what hair he's left is gray And how come in where he went to he doesn't stay? I often fear that mine might now be a strange face Back in Millstreet County Cork my old home place That absence might have brought about a change And that those I knew might look on me as strange? I often think do old friends remember me In Ireland in the far Atlantic sea Or is mine just one more forgotten face By Clara hill back in the old home place?