Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Little Hills of Duna (The)
When I was a little lad
With folly on my lips
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships
But now across the southern swell
Every dawn I hear The little streams of Duna Running clear
When I was a young man
Before my beard was grey
All to ships and sailormen I gave my heart away
But i'm weary of the sea wind
I'm weary of the foam
And the little stars of Duna Call me home
Thanks to Joanne O'Callahghan & her Da
