The Hills Above Drumquin Irish song lyrics and guitar chords
For David Hammond’s version use capo on 1st fret. I have given an alternative version of the chords in the key of C Major also. Many other folk singers recorded The Hills Above Drumquinn including Donegal singer Margo. Margo has being singing in the towns and villages around Ireland for many's a year, her other hits include Shanagolden Song .
God (D)bless the (G)Hills of (D)Done(Em)gal, I've (G)heard your (D)praises sung,
In days long gone beyond re(G)call, when (Em)I was (Am)very (D)young,
Then I would pray to see a (G)day, be(Em)fore life's (Am)course is (D)run,
When I could (G)sing the (D)praises (Em)of the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
For I (D)love the (G)hills of (D)Dooish, (Em)be the (G)heather-clad or (D)lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, (G)and the (Em)Fort at (Am)Dun na (D)ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, (G)when they (Em)meet the (Am)setting (D)sun,
Descending (G)in its (D)glory (Em)on the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
Drum(D)quin - you're (G)not a (D)city, (Em)but you're (G)all the world to (D)me,
Your lot I'll never pity, (G)should you (Em)never (Am)greater (D)be,
For I love you as I knew you, (G)when from (Em)school I (Am)used to (D)run,
On my homeward (G)journey (D)through you, (Em)to the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
D-G-D-Em-G-G-D
I've (D)seen the (G)Scottish (D)Highlands, (Em)they have (G)beauty wild and (D)grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, (G)it’s a (Em)cold and (Am)cheerless (D)land,
But I always toiled content, (G)for when (Em)each hard day's (Am)work was (D)done,
My heart went (G)back at (D)sunset, (Em)to the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
When the (D)whins a(G)cross Drum(D)barley, (Em)make the (G)fields a yellow (D)blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, (G)on my (Em)native (Am)Dressog (D)braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Clara(G)more, are (Em)glistening (Am)in the (D)sun,
Then nature's (G)at her (D)grandest, (Em)on the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
This (D)world is (G)sad and (D)dreary, (Em)and the (G)tasks of life are (D)sore,
My feet are growing weary, (G)I may (Em)never (Am)wander (D)more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, (G)when the (Em)sands of (Am)life are (D)run,
In the sheltering (G)shades of (D)Dooish, (Em)and the (G)hills above.
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In days long gone beyond re(G)call, when (Em)I was (Am)very (D)young,
Then I would pray to see a (G)day, be(Em)fore life's (Am)course is (D)run,
When I could (G)sing the (D)praises (Em)of the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
For I (D)love the (G)hills of (D)Dooish, (Em)be the (G)heather-clad or (D)lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, (G)and the (Em)Fort at (Am)Dun na (D)ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, (G)when they (Em)meet the (Am)setting (D)sun,
Descending (G)in its (D)glory (Em)on the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
Drum(D)quin - you're (G)not a (D)city, (Em)but you're (G)all the world to (D)me,
Your lot I'll never pity, (G)should you (Em)never (Am)greater (D)be,
For I love you as I knew you, (G)when from (Em)school I (Am)used to (D)run,
On my homeward (G)journey (D)through you, (Em)to the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
D-G-D-Em-G-G-D
I've (D)seen the (G)Scottish (D)Highlands, (Em)they have (G)beauty wild and (D)grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, (G)it’s a (Em)cold and (Am)cheerless (D)land,
But I always toiled content, (G)for when (Em)each hard day's (Am)work was (D)done,
My heart went (G)back at (D)sunset, (Em)to the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
When the (D)whins a(G)cross Drum(D)barley, (Em)make the (G)fields a yellow (D)blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, (G)on my (Em)native (Am)Dressog (D)braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Clara(G)more, are (Em)glistening (Am)in the (D)sun,
Then nature's (G)at her (D)grandest, (Em)on the (G)hills above Drum(D)quin.
This (D)world is (G)sad and (D)dreary, (Em)and the (G)tasks of life are (D)sore,
My feet are growing weary, (G)I may (Em)never (Am)wander (D)more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, (G)when the (Em)sands of (Am)life are (D)run,
In the sheltering (G)shades of (D)Dooish, (Em)and the (G)hills above.
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The Song Lyrics Without The Guitar Chords
God bless the Hills of Donegal, I've heard your praises sung,
In days long gone beyond recall, when I was very young,
Then I would pray to see a day, before life's course is run,
When I could sing the praises of the hills above Drumquin.
For I love the hills of Dooish, be the heather-clad or lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, and the Fort at Dun na ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, when they meet the setting sun,
Descending in its glory on the hills above Drumquin.
Drumquin - you're not a city, but you're all the world to me,
Your lot I'll never pity, should you never greater be,
For I love you as I knew you, when from school I used to run,
On my homeward journey through you, to the hills above Drumquin.
I've seen the Scottish Highlands, they have beauty wild and grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, it’s a cold and cheerless land,
But I always toiled content, for when each hard day's work was done,
My heart went back at sunset, to the hills above Drumquin.
When the whins across Drumbarley, make the fields a yellow blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, on my native Dressog braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Claramore, are glistening in the sun,
Then nature's at her grandest, on the hills above Drumquin.
This world is sad and dreary, and the tasks of life are sore,
My feet are growing weary, I may never wander more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, when the sands of life are run,
In the sheltering shades of Dooish, and the hills above.
God bless the Hills of Donegal, I've heard your praises sung,
In days long gone beyond recall, when I was very young,
Then I would pray to see a day, before life's course is run,
When I could sing the praises of the hills above Drumquin.
For I love the hills of Dooish, be the heather-clad or lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, and the Fort at Dun na ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, when they meet the setting sun,
Descending in its glory on the hills above Drumquin.
Drumquin - you're not a city, but you're all the world to me,
Your lot I'll never pity, should you never greater be,
For I love you as I knew you, when from school I used to run,
On my homeward journey through you, to the hills above Drumquin.
I've seen the Scottish Highlands, they have beauty wild and grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, it’s a cold and cheerless land,
But I always toiled content, for when each hard day's work was done,
My heart went back at sunset, to the hills above Drumquin.
When the whins across Drumbarley, make the fields a yellow blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, on my native Dressog braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Claramore, are glistening in the sun,
Then nature's at her grandest, on the hills above Drumquin.
This world is sad and dreary, and the tasks of life are sore,
My feet are growing weary, I may never wander more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, when the sands of life are run,
In the sheltering shades of Dooish, and the hills above.
The Hills Above Drumquin alternative version of the guitar chords.
God (G)bless the (C)Hills of (G)Done(Am)gal, I've (C)heard your (G)praises sung,
In days long gone beyond re(C)call, when (Am)I was (Dm)very (G)young,
Then I would pray to see a (C)day, be(Am)fore life's (Dm)course is (G)run,
When I could (C)sing the (G)praises (Am)of the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
For I (G)love the (C)hills of (G)Dooish, (Am)be the (C)heather-clad or (G)lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, (C)and the (Am)Fort at (Dm)Dun na (G)ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, (C)when they (Am)meet the (Dm)setting (G)sun,
Descending (C)in its (G)glory (Am)on the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
Drum(G)quin - you're (C)not a (G)city, (Am)but you're (C)all the world to (G)me,
Your lot I'll never pity, (C)should you (Am)never (Dm)greater (G)be,
For I love you as I knew you, (C)when from (Am)school I (Dm)used to (G)run,
On my homeward (C)journey (G)through you, (Am)to the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
I've (G)seen the (C)Scottish (G)Highlands, (Am)they have (C)beauty wild and (G)grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, (C)it’s a (Am)cold and (Dm)cheerless (G)land,
But I always toiled content, (C)for when (Am)each hard day's (Dm)work was (G)done,
My heart went (C)back at (G)sunset, (Am)to the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
When the (G)whins a(C)cross Drum(G)barley, (Am)make the (C)fields a yellow (G)blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, (C)on my (Am)native (Dm)Dressog (G)braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Clara(C)more, are (Am)glistening (Dm)in the (G)sun,
Then nature's (C)at her (G)grandest, (Am)on the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
This (G)world is (C)sad and (G)dreary, (Am)and the (C)tasks of life are (G)sore,
My feet are growing weary, (C)I may (Am)never (Dm)wander (G)more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, (C)when the (Am)sands of (Dm)life are (G)run,
In the sheltering (C)shades of (G)Dooish, (Am)and the (C)hills abov
God (G)bless the (C)Hills of (G)Done(Am)gal, I've (C)heard your (G)praises sung,
In days long gone beyond re(C)call, when (Am)I was (Dm)very (G)young,
Then I would pray to see a (C)day, be(Am)fore life's (Dm)course is (G)run,
When I could (C)sing the (G)praises (Am)of the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
For I (G)love the (C)hills of (G)Dooish, (Am)be the (C)heather-clad or (G)lea,
The wooded Glens of Cooel, (C)and the (Am)Fort at (Dm)Dun na (G)ree,
The green clad slopes of Kirlish, (C)when they (Am)meet the (Dm)setting (G)sun,
Descending (C)in its (G)glory (Am)on the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
Drum(G)quin - you're (C)not a (G)city, (Am)but you're (C)all the world to (G)me,
Your lot I'll never pity, (C)should you (Am)never (Dm)greater (G)be,
For I love you as I knew you, (C)when from (Am)school I (Dm)used to (G)run,
On my homeward (C)journey (G)through you, (Am)to the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
I've (G)seen the (C)Scottish (G)Highlands, (Am)they have (C)beauty wild and (G)grand,
I have journeyed in the Lowlands, (C)it’s a (Am)cold and (Dm)cheerless (G)land,
But I always toiled content, (C)for when (Am)each hard day's (Dm)work was (G)done,
My heart went (C)back at (G)sunset, (Am)to the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
When the (G)whins a(C)cross Drum(G)barley, (Am)make the (C)fields a yellow (G)blaze,
When the heather turns to purple, (C)on my (Am)native (Dm)Dressog (G)braes,
When the sandstone rocks of Clara(C)more, are (Am)glistening (Dm)in the (G)sun,
Then nature's (C)at her (G)grandest, (Am)on the (C)hills above Drum(G)quin.
This (G)world is (C)sad and (G)dreary, (Am)and the (C)tasks of life are (G)sore,
My feet are growing weary, (C)I may (Am)never (Dm)wander (G)more,
But I want to rest in Langfield, (C)when the (Am)sands of (Dm)life are (G)run,
In the sheltering (C)shades of (G)Dooish, (Am)and the (C)hills abov