I wandered again to my home in the mountain,
Where in youths early dawn I was happy and free,
I looked for my friends but I never could find them,
I found they were all rank strangers to me.
Everybody I met, everybody I met,
Seemed to be a rank stranger, seemed to be a rank stranger,
No mother nor dad, no mother nor dad,
Not a friend could I see, not a friend could I see,
They knew not my name, they knew not my name,
And I knew not their faces, I knew not their faces,
I found they were all, I found they were all,
Rank strangers to me, rank strangers to me.
They've all moved away said the voice of a stranger,
To a beautiful home by the bright crystal sea,
Some beautiful day I'll meet them in heaven,
Where no one will be a stranger to me.
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