Would I Be A Stranger

From Claraghatlea my home Townland I now live far away
Would I be a stranger in Millstreet today
My friends of the past me may not recognize
With time we age and change in appearance I've come to realize
A stranger in Millstreet that's how it may be
Since very few there now would remember me
It has been twenty one years since I last saw Clara Hill
And heard the faint babble of the Glasheen Rill
That through Donal Hickey's and Donal Sullivan's fields journey on down
To join the Finnow just west of Millstreet Town
I hear the rooks cawing in the wind and the rain
In my flights of fancy I am back home again
And though I'm a stranger to many I meet
The fields look the same in my old home in Millstreet.