the old neighbourhood

what we are is subject to constant change
new faces and new people on the street
there's more variety in those we meet
but all within the normal human range
saying the places that we know are strange
makes us forget that those who greet
our glances are still as good folk and sweet
as those who used to work at the exchange
so what they look darker or have broad faces
so what their voices have a different tone
they share our urge to ramble and to roam
they've learned to love our happiest places
we are no different once we reach the bone
this is our hearthplace and our common home