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[D]As through your glens I stroll today, Tir [G]Connel [Bm]of re[Em]nown,
Un[A]spoiled by man, blessed by God's hand, there's [G]beauty all a[D]round,
Enraptured I just sit and dream of [F#M]nature's gifts to [G]you,
And your sweetest charms are [D]woven [Bm]round your At[Em]lantic waters [D]blue.
Oh buachaill, sure it's lovely, when the sunbeams kiss those hills,
Or when the first snows fall and bring an early winter's chill,
And the wind will whisper softly, as the leaves begin to fall,
If you want to see what heaven's like, just come to Donegal.
Chorus:
A little piece of heaven fell from the sky one day,
And it landed in old Ireland, I heard my mother say,
So if you're ever passing, please make sure to call,
And see my piece of heaven, my lovely Donegal.
Chorus:
A little piece of heaven fell from the sky one day,
And it landed in old Ireland, I heard my mother say,
So if you're ever passing, please make sure to call,
And see my piece of heaven, my lovely Donegal.
And see my piece of heaven, my lovely Donegal.