C        Em               F           G7
  When I was a little lad, with folly on my lips,
   C              Am         D7               G7
  Fain was I for journeying all the seas in ships,
            C           Em        F7           G7
  But I'm weary of the sea wind, weary of the foam,
           C       F       Em    G7      C (Am Em F)
  And the little stars of Duna call me home.
           C       Em      F    G7       C
  And the little stars of Duna call me home.
  
  When I was a young man, before my beard was grey,
  All to seas and islands I gave my heart away.
  Now across the southern swell, every dawn I hear
  The little streams of Duna running clear.
  
  
  [Doonagh appears to be in County Mayo, Ireland. Poem by John Mansfield, Poet Laureate]