The Hills Of Derry Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Far from the land of home
I dream of Irish hills
Those hills for which I long
My own fair Derry hills.
For a sun set in the west
Coupled with various hues
Beyond those lovely hills
Is the king of nature’s views.

Drumceat, Donald’s Hill,
Benevenagh, Lougheramore,
Slieve Gallion, Benbradagh...
Places of my youth-
Of hunt, picnic, and fair,
Calling me from far away
To breathe again the Derry air.

Alas, I may not ever see those
Hills from which I am apart
Although the west wind beckons
Forever calling to my heart.
But, to those hills of Derry
Ever reaching to the sky,
From the depths of my heart
I refuse to say “Goodbye’’….