Near The Village Of Dromore Song Lyrics By Margo
Dromore is in the County Of Tyrone.
I live out in the country in the county of Tyrone
It's near the village of Dromore, it stands out on it's own
As a place of natural beauty, the likes you'll never see
With misty rolling mountains and fields of ever green.
Chorus
It's ten miles into Omagh, Dungannon fourty two
And as you wander down the road you'll see the lakes so blue
You'll hear the grass a-calling on the moorland high above
That's near the village of Dromore the place I'll always love.
The course of emigration has tempted me to go
Where hills seem greener far away but I'm too wise to know,
There's no place in this whole wide world that I would rather be
Than in the village of Dromore the place that's dear to me.
Chorus
It's ten miles into Omagh, Dungannon fourty two
And as you wander down the road you'll see the lakes so blue
You'll hear the grass a-calling on the moorland high above
That's near the village of Dromore the place I'll always love.
I live out in the country in the county of Tyrone
It's near the village of Dromore, it stands out on it's own
As a place of natural beauty, the likes you'll never see
With misty rolling mountains and fields of ever green.
Chorus
It's ten miles into Omagh, Dungannon fourty two
And as you wander down the road you'll see the lakes so blue
You'll hear the grass a-calling on the moorland high above
That's near the village of Dromore the place I'll always love.
The course of emigration has tempted me to go
Where hills seem greener far away but I'm too wise to know,
There's no place in this whole wide world that I would rather be
Than in the village of Dromore the place that's dear to me.
Chorus
It's ten miles into Omagh, Dungannon fourty two
And as you wander down the road you'll see the lakes so blue
You'll hear the grass a-calling on the moorland high above
That's near the village of Dromore the place I'll always love.
