I Think Of Them Often

I think of them often my friends far away The people I've not seen for many a day Some of them with the departed now lay Time does not wait for us or respect to us pay. I've not seen most of them for twenty one years Though when I remember them 'tis not with tears For 'tis only with joy I do recall the past And the clock on our lives it keeps ticking on fast. Perhaps many of them I will not see again Though young in my memory they ever remain It has been awhile now since we were in our prime No doubt like me they too feel the passing of time. The clock on our lives it just ticks on and on And we must live in the now for the past it has gone I left that old countryside Seasons ago Where the stream from the mountain through Claraghatlea flow.