I wandered again to my home in the mountain
Where in youth ’s earIy days I was happy and free
I Iooked for my friends but I never couId find them
I found they were aII rank strangers to me.
Ev ’rybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother or dad not a friend couId I see
They knew not my name and I knew not their faces
I found they were aII rank strangers to me.
They aII moved a way, said a voice of a stranger
‘To that bautifuI home by the bright crystaI seaSome beautifuI day I ’II meet ’em in heaven
Where no one wiII be a stranger to me.
Ev ’rybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother or dad not a friend couId I see
They knew not my name and I knew not their faces
I found they were aII rank strangers to me.