The hills of Donegal
Language: English
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!
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "The hills of Donegal" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-16
Line count: 20
Word count: 172