Donegal

. I wish that I was home in Donegal To be with you beside the sea To hear your sweet voice calling me Back to my home in Donegal . . He walks upon the streets of New Orleans There is a strange and unfamiliar look To every face he sees. He came here for the money The adventure and the craic Now all he ever thinks about Is someday going back He misses all his family and friends There's times when he'd give all he has Just to be with them again Before the young ones move away The old ones are all gone. Before his heart can realize He's been away too long. Sometimes he lays there dreaming in the night To get a job of extra work He?ll save the money for the flight But lonely dreams in darkness disappear before the dawn Familiar faces fade away All the dreams are gone.