| Fresh mist on the morning and tears in my eyes
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| I’m back for the dawning of Donegal skies
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| My life in the city seems light years away
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| When I see the Blue Mountains from Ballybofey
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| Where the wanderers welcome is kindest of all
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| I’ve come back to my darling, my sweet Donegal
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| We’ll meet at the cross on the Rathmullen Road
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| Where the sight of Lough Swilly is a beauty bestowed
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| As we’re counting our blessings away from the throng
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| We will hear the wild birds sing their Donegal song
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| Where the stranger is welcome to a true free-for-all
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| They named you, my darling, my brave Donegal
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| I raise up my glass at the end of the day
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| God bless every sunset o’er Donegal Bay
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| Sure nothing is sweeter wherever I roam
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| As the smell of the turf of my Donegal home
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| Where there’s always a welcome and a how-d'you-my-call
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| Forever my darling, my sweet Donegal
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| Forever my darling, my sweet Donegal |