Perhaps I'D Feel Like A Stranger

Perhaps I'd feel like a stranger in Millstreet today And in Claraghatlea my old Homeplace far away The people I know there like me showing time's decay And our biological clocks ever ticking away. The boy of the fifties now showing his years in gray And time does not wait for anyone as some are known to say The future unknown and we all have a past And few things as they were ever seem to last. But the old fields I once knew would still look the same I recall that some of them had a given name The skylark is carolling as upwards he flies As I walk in the old fields when I visualize. Where the Cails and Finnow meet and forever flow To the Blackwater at Drishane by ditch and hedgerow But perhaps I'd feel a stranger now as I'd walk up and down The West End and Main Street of old Millstreet Town.