Here you are Mick.

HOME TO DONEGAL

The lights of London, are far behind
The thoughts of my homeland, Are crowding my mind
Familiar places, come into view
I see my home now, soon I'll see you

CHORUS: This is my Homeland, the place I was born in
No matter where I roam, it's in my soul
My feet may wander, a thousand places
But my heart will lead me back home, to my Donegal

Talk to the old folk, Lord they're getting on
Treat them to late nights, sing a few songs
We'll talk of the neighbours, & life in the town
There's so much to tell them, the days fly around

And then tomorrow, we'll take a walk
Down to St. Mary's, to a sheltered spot
We'll kneel and pray there, for the ones that have gone
And hope that they're proud of their wandering son

Hope you are keeping well. Regards, Mick Bracken