I Fell For Donegal

I fell for Donegal,
dear old Donegal .
You're the heartbeat soft and rare,
the quiet one there that's what you are to me .
Ever true and bountiful .

I write the words that have never been spoken,
of the travelling people who roam the hills over .
Brave Donegal it is you who made them a home .

Surrounded by mountains and sea,
wild winds blow an ethereal glow around Donegal.
All the kings of Ireland spoke of it
from Tara's royal throne .