I remember the night that Fhe came Cin from Fthe wintery cold and Cdamp.
A giant of a man in an Amoilskin coat and the Fbundle that told he was a Gtramp.
CHe stood at the bar and Fhe called a Cpint then Fturned and gazed at the Cfire.
On a night like this to be Amsafe and dry is my Fone and only Gdesire.
CHORUS:
CSo here`s to those who are Fdead and Cgone.
The friends that I loved Gdear.
CAnd here's to you and I'll Fbid you Cadieu.
Sayin' Donegal GDanny's been Chere me Amboys CDonegal GDanny's been Chere.
Then in a voice that was hushed and low said listen I'll tell you a tale.
How a man of the sea became a man of the road and never more will set sail.
I fished out at Hotes and Killybegs Ardglass and Baltimore.
But the cruel sea has beaten me and I'll end my days on the shore.
CHORUS...
One fateful night in the wind and the rain we set sail from Killybegs town.
There was five of us from sweet Donegal and one from county down.
We were fishermen who worked the sea and never counted the cost.
But I never thought when that night was done that my fine friends would all be lost.
CHORUS...
Then a storm it broke and rolled the boat on the rocks about ten miles from shore.
As we fought the tide we hoped inside to see our homes once more.
Then we struck a rock and holed the bow and all of us knew she'd go down.
So we jumped right in to the icy sea and prayed to god we wouldn't drown.
By St. Johns point in the early dawn I dragged myself on the shore.
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done vowed to sail her never more.
CHORUS...
Ever since that night I've been on the road travelling and trying to forget.
That awful night I lost all me friends I see their faces yet.
And often at night when the sea is high and the rain is tearing at my skin.
I can hear the cries of those drowning men floating over on the wind.
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