Though they may never live in their hometown again
Good memories of home in the migrants remain
The friends that they had as a young girl or boy
Good memories live on as a source of joy
The happy memories until death with them will stay
Of the childhood games with their young friends they did play
Where they would be strangers to many today
That time brings with it changes only true to say
Some of their young friends stayed in the hometown
On the streets of their childhood today they walk up and down
With no desire in them for to live elsewhere
In a city or town in the big World out there
The memories of their younger years in the migrants remain
For a time that they never can live in again.
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