The Wind Around My Shawl
By mcscraic
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The Wind Around My Shawl
By Paul Mc Cann
People have scattered .
Families torn .
Between home and where they where born .
Empty cottages greet each new morn .
Their thatch roofs are tattered and torn .
Hold my hand.
Donegal stay with me .
Lonely I am at 83 .
There's no one left but me Donegal .
The wild wind blows around my shawl .
You’re the wind around my shawl
Donegal and all I hear is your sweet call
As the wind blows around my shawl .
Stay with me dear old Donegal .
You’re as old as the hills Donegal
and the tide may rise,
and the rain may fall ,
but you never change brave Donegal ,
although I've turned grey ,
I've seen it all .
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