Though there today your's may be a stranger's face
You have not forgotten your first homeplace
Though you've not been there for years and from there live far away
Old memories remain fresh in your mind today
Some of the mentors of your young years are old frail and gray
And some of them in their eternal rest lay
You are not a stranger on the streets where you walk up and down
You have forged many friendships in your new hometown
Where you work for your livelihood and raise your family
And though happy the past it does live on in your memory
The great gift of memory is a marvellous thing
Past moments of sadness and joy it does bring
In the grove by your old home the nesting birds chirp and sing
In the memories you have of a far away Spring.
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