Aoife Ní Fhearraigh - If These Stones Could Speak

If these stones could speak
What a tale they'd tell
Of the heroes and chiefs of Tyrconnell,
Of the battles fought,
The wonders wrought
And the glories of Red Hugh O' Donnell.
For within these Castle walls,
In the Tower, in the Halls,
The spirit of O'Donnell will live on.

On the wind you'll hear the voices calling,
"O'Donnell"
In the trees, when dead of night is falling,
"O'Donnell"
In the ocean's roar,
In the Gap of Barnesmore,
In the hills of Donegal.

And they say his ghost still walk the Tower,
"O'Donnell".
And recalls Tyrconnell's finest hour,
"O'Donnell"
Riding far and wide,
With O'Neill there at his side,
In the glory days.

You will hear from Fanad to Falcarragh,
"O'Donnell"
In Gweedore, The Rosses and Gweebarra
"O'Donnell"
Now the Castle stands
Proudly back in Irish hands,
He's at peace again
Red Hugh O'Donnell is home again.