Here you are Mick. HOME TO DONEGAL The lights of London, are far behind The thoughts of my homeland, Are crowding my mind Familiar places, come into view I see my home now, soon I'll see you CHORUS: This is my Homeland, the place I was born in No matter where I roam, it's in my soul My feet may wander, a thousand places But my heart will lead me back home, to my Donegal Talk to the old folk, Lord they're getting on Treat them to late nights, sing a few songs We'll talk of the neighbours, & life in the town There's so much to tell them, the days fly around And then tomorrow, we'll take a walk Down to St. Mary's, to a sheltered spot We'll kneel and pray there, for the ones that have gone And hope that they're proud of their wandering son Hope you are keeping well. Regards, Mick Bracken
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