Nowadays I'D Feel A Stranger In Millstreet

Nowadays I'd feel a stranger in Millstreet where for many Seasons I did dwell A stranger even to the people I went to school with and knew well I may walk the streets of the old Town and none there me may recognize It's been twenty one years since I lived there though travel has not made me wise I would feel a stranger in Millstreet that does seem a sad thing to say Where once I knew so many people not many I'd know there today Time does not wait for anybody time it did not wait for me All I have now are the memories of what was and used to be. A stranger west of Millstreet where the Finnow river flows Through old fields to the Blackwater such is life one must suppose Nowadays many new faces in the old Parish I've been told And those I went to school with like me are growing old. I'd feel a stranger now in Millstreet where so many I did know But the old fields would not have changed from the fields of long ago And on the face of Clara het and bracken always grow And in the depths of Winter he wears his white hat of snow.