The lights of London are far behind
Thoughts of my homeland are crowding my mind
Familiar places come in to view
I see my home now, soon I'll see you
We'll talk to the old folks, for they're getting on
Treat them to late nights and sing a few songs
We'll talk of the neighbours and life in the town
There's so much to tell them, the days fly around
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
And then tomorrow, we'll take a walk
Down to Saint Marys, to a sheltered spot
We'll kneel and pray there for the ones that are gone
And hope that they're proud of their wandering son
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
My heart will lead me back home to my Donegal