The hills of Donegal
W. Sanderson
Oh, night and day I'm dreaming of the hills of Donegal,
The heather on the hillside and the sunshine over all,
And 'tis westward I'd be going across the ocean blue,
To wake again the happy hours that long ago I knew!
Oh hills of Donegal,
To me you ever call
In every wind that wanders o'er the wide and lonely sea,
And please God, if He so wills,
Soon I'll see my Irish hills
The hills of Donegal so dear to me!
I mind the laughing valleys that look up at dawn of day
To watch the dawn-light creeping o'er the rugged crests o' grey,
And I mind the linnets trilling when the dark clouds lift and go
And the grey hills send the sunshine to the waiting hearts below!
Oh hills of Donegal,
To me you ever call
In every wind that wanders o'er the wide and lonely sea,
And please God, if He so wills,
Soon I'll see my Irish hills
The hills of Donegal so dear to me!