New places there are, but some faces seem old;
In countries of strange men also, there is some hand you can hold.
Lost when you are, there is a voice which will guide you
And anxious when you are the same voice shall give comfort too.
Not once, not twice, but so many times I did feel
Just how much you gave me, nothing in return did you mean.
And here I am bidding you a good bye;
New horizons beckon, but old memories shall linger by.
Days may come when our common roads become far and few, but;
Always in my heart I’ll remember those paths tread by Me and You.
