A Stranger I Would Be

It has been awhile now since my hair was dark brown
Since i worked in the old fields west of Millstreet Town
The blackbird piped his territorial tune
In the early Summer in the prime of June
South of my first homeplace many sky miles away
The years have left me looking older and gray
And only the memories with me now remain
Of faces and places i may not see again
To be famed and materially wealthy has not been my due
But the now is all that matters does remain ever true
The past it has gone and the future ahead
And time is ticking on one is forever dead
The fields of my youth fade in my memory
And to many in Claraghatlea now a stranger i would be.