The lights of London are far behind The thoughts of homeland are crowding my mind Familiar places come in to view I see my home now, soon I'll see you We'll talk to the old folk, they're getting on Treat them to late nights, sing a few songs We'll talk of the neighbours and life in the town There's so much to tell them, the days fly around | This is my homeland, the place I was born in No matter where I go it's in my soul My feet may wander a thousand places But my heart will lead me back home to my Donegal And then tomorrow we'll take a walk Down to St. Marys to a sheltered spot We'll kneel and pray there for the ones who are gone And hope they're proud of their wandering son. |
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