A Stranger To Many

With most of the people there that i would meet
Today i'd be a stranger in Claraghatlea and the Town of Millstreet
A stranger to many in Inchaleigh and Annagloor
Absence from home in many ways has left me feeling more poor

Far inland in Duhallow from Hibernia's shore
A stranger to many in Ballydaly and Claramore
A stranger to many in Clarabeg and in Dereen
Though memories of once familiar faces and places in me evergreen.

In the home of the otter and badger and silver back crow
A stranger to many where Finnow waters flow
That to the Blackwater does journey on down
Through old rushy flat fields close to Millstreet Town

In Millstreet in Duhallow i once was well known
Where many did say of me one of our own
But in my years of absence from there time has left me looking gray
And to many in the place i call home i'd be a stranger today

A stranger in the countryside by Clara Hill
Where in fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
On it's way to the river by ditch and hedgerow
In a constant babble it ever does flow

Absence makes the heart grow fonder some are known to say
With me anyhow it does seem this way
But my home is here now and here i will stay
From Millstreet in Duhallow many miles away.