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" HS apr97
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