I Must Be A Wimp

I must be a wimp for i feel close to tears
Every-time i do think of my life's long gone years
Of my friends of the past and of what used to be
Though the past it has gone and time does not wait for me
Tomorrow is coming and yesterday has gone
And we live in the now and time is ticking on
But i have memories of the past every day
And now aging past friends in a place far away
In Claraghatlea and in the Town of Millstreet
I would be a stranger there today to most people i would meet
Since i left Claraghatlea twenty seven years ago
The babies back then now in their life's prime and time has become my foe
In the eyes of a real macho man i would be a wimpy bloke
For when i think of the past the tears i have to choke.