Still Young In My Memory

Still young in my memory their faces I know As they walk up the Main Street down towards Minor Row Their shoulder length hair blowing in the wind and rain The past in my memory does ever remain I still picture them as they walk up and down The familiar streets of Millstreet my Hometown In hair dyes perhaps now they cover their gray But in fancy I feel they have not aged a day Some giggles and smiles as they walk on by So lovely to look at yet seemingly shy I cannot imagine them as getting old The young maidens of Millstreet lovely to behold Their shoulder length hair in the freshening winds blow As they walk up the Main Street down towards Minor Row.