On Hearing A Blackbird

When i hear a blackbird singing it always takes me far away
To my first home by the old stream in the dawn of a Spring day
A few hours before the sun shines in the sky of blue and gray
When the nesting birds are singing in the time of bloom in May
Though the past i do remember for it i have no more tears
The sweet song of a blackbird takes me back the long gone years
The memories of the young years in the migrant mind remain
And the song of a familiar bird brings them to life again
We only have the memories of the what used to be
But with that the now is all that matters i feel sure most would agree
Where everybody knew me and mine was a familiar face
Today i would be a stranger to many back in my first homeplace
The years go by so quickly and time does tick on fast
And only fading memories remain of the distant past.