As I stood
all alone
in a bar room
one day
In a far off
American town
Just dreaming and
passing the long
hours away
Awaiting my drink
to come round
When something
stood deep
in my heart
at the view
Of a picture that
hung on the wall
Twas a dear
Irish homestead
so charming and true
just a cottage
in old Donegal
It brought back the
joy of a bright Irish day
the memories still
in my mind
When a bare-footed
boy dreamt the
long hours away
only peace and
contentment to find
But in search of a
living I had to stray
an immigrant boy
got his call
As I left my dear Mother
and sailed far away
from my cottage
in old Donegal
And now in life's
Autumn my race
almost run
Too plainly this
story is told
The long years
have passed and
the Mother is gone
And left me
forgotten
and old
Though the primrose
will bloom in the
cool leafy lanes
The cukoos in
springtime will call
Where the kindly
green moss hides
the hollow remains
of the cottage in
old Donegal
I fled from the bar
room the smoke
and the haze
My feelings I
could not disguise
From a bar man
who looked with
a questioning gaze
At the
tears streaming
down from
my eyes
In a Church on the
corner I knelt
down to pray
My voice sounding
humble and small
God bless you my
homeland and guard
you each day
every cottage in
old Donegal