Still young in my memory their faces I know br As they walk up the Main Street down towards Minor Row br Their shoulder length hair blowing in the wind and rain br The past in my memory does ever remain br I still picture them as they walk up and down br The familiar streets of Millstreet my Hometown br In hair dyes perhaps now they cover their gray br But in fancy I feel they have not aged a day br Some giggles and smiles as they walk on by br So lovely to look at yet seemingly shy br I cannot imagine them as getting old br The young maidens of Millstreet lovely to behold br Their shoulder length hair in the freshening winds blow br As they walk up the Main Street down towards Minor Row.