Hills of Donegal lyrics, can anyone help?
Kyle Harris
for Christy Moore, the Irish singer, and there the title is listed as
"City of Chicago", but "Hills of Donegal" occurs in the chorus...
s. harris
Chorus:
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal.
I
Eighteen forty-seven
Was the year it all began,
Deadly pains of hunger
Drove a million from the land.
They journeyed not for glory,
Their motive was not greed,
A voyage of survival
Across the stormy sea.
Chorus
II
Some of them knew fortune
Some of them knew fame,
More of them knew hardship
And died upon the plain.
They spread throughout the nation,
They rode the railroad cars,
Brought their songs and music
To ease their lonely hearts.
Chorus
(Barry Moore)
Michele
would be very much appreciated.
Michele
writ...@ozemail.com.au
Spock
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> I am looking for the words to Hills of Donegal, if anyone can help out it
> would be very much appreciated.
I can't seem to find the lyrics to "Hills of Donegal", but according to
www.ubl.com it was recorded by James McCafferty and The Boys of the
Lough. Just on the off chance you meant "The Homes of Donegal", here is
the lyric for it, taken from the Mudcat Cafe:
http://www.deltablues.com/folksearch.html
THE HOMES OF DONEGAL
(Sean MacBride)
I've just stepped in to see you all
I'll only stay a while
I want to see how you're gettin' on
I want to see you smile.
I'm happy to be back again
I greet you big and small
For there's no place else on Earth just like
The Homes of Donegal.
I always see the happy faces
Smiling at the door
The kettle swinging on the crook
As I step up the floor.
And soon the tay-pot's fillin' up
Me cup that's far from small
For your hearts are like your mountains
In the Homes of Donegal.
To see your homes at parting day
Of that I never tire
And hear the porridge bubblin'
In a big pot on the fire.
The lamp a-light, the dresser bright
The big clock on the wall
O, a sight serene celestial scene
In the Homes of Donegal.
I long to sit along with you
And while away the night
With tales of yore and fairy lore
Beside your fires so bright.
And then to see prepared for me
A shake-down by the wall
There's repose for weary wand'rers
In the Homes of Donegal.
Outside the night winds shriek and howl
Inside there's peace and calm
A picture on the wall up there's
Our Saviour with a lamb.
The hope of wandering sheep like me
And all who rise and fall
There's a touch of heavenly love around
The Homes of Donegal.
A tramp I am and a tramp I've been
I tramp I'll always be
Me father tramped, me mother tramped
Sure trampin's bred in me.
If some there are my ways disdain
And won't have me at all
Sure I'll always find a welcome
In the Homes of Donegal.
The time has come and I must go
I bid you all adieu
The open highway calls me forth
To do the things I do.
And when I'm trampin' far away
I'll hear your voices call
And please God I'll soon return unto
I'll hear your voices call
And please God I'll soon return unto
The Homes of Donegal.
I long to see your smiling children
Smiling by the door
The kettle boiling on the hearth
Smiling by the door
The kettle boiling on the hearth
As I walk up the floor.
And then to see a welcome free
For travellers one and all
For your hearts are like your mountains
In the Homes of Donegal.
I'd like to stay along with you
And while away the night
With fairy lore and tales of yore
Beside the turf fire bright.
And then to see laid out for me
A shake-down by the wall
For there's rest for weary wand'rers
In the Homes of Donegal.
The time has come for me to go
And bid you all adieu
For the open highway calls me back
To do these things I do.
But when I'm travelling far away
Your friends I'll recall
And please God I'll soon return unto
The Homes of Donegal.
Donegal, Pride of All
Recorded by Paul Brady, "Songs and Crazy Dreams"
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