Song Of An Outsider

I was not born and raised where I live now and I see myself as an outsider
But I'm not the parochial type and my horizons are wider
My homeland many miles away but perhaps I won't be returning
To my boyhood haunts for to grow old I have lost all the yearning.

Perhaps in my home town today many might not recognize me
And if I felt a stranger there then that would not surprise me
The boy back when I left is now a man and he too like the swallow
Has gone off to another shore he too has dreams to follow.

And what's an outsider one might ask it can be a self label
That some people put upon themselves those not willing or able
To seek or find acceptance in a new town or city
And by putting such labels on ourselves are we looking for pity?

The land I came from far north of here and the climate there far colder
And in this sunburnt southern land I have grown gray and older
And though I've lived for many years in the place I'm sort of an outsider
But I'm not the parochial kind my horizons are wider.