I Might Be A Stranger Now

I might be a  stranger now in that far place
Where mine years ago was a familiar face
But the old  fields i loved to me would look the same
I even recall them by their given name
Where i grew to love  Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
And my wonder of her never ceases to grow
And the more i learn of  her the less about her i know i do know
I am from the place of  the  silver back crow
And dark brown water bird dipper with breast white as snow
But it has been many Summers since i've seen the swallows fly
Above the old fields in the prime of July
And i might be a  stranger now where i was well known
Where many looked  on me as one of their own.