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