The Hills of Palestine - Rufus Warner

You may talk about Atlantis, how itÃ'Â's lost beneath the sea Or the grave of the unknown soldier and the cry of the old banshee Who was the man in the iron mask, was Jack the ripper set free? But ask them all whereÃ'Â's Donegal, and itÃ'Â's still a mystery And if I could IÃ'Â'd build a wall around old Donegal The north and south to keep them out, my god IÃ'Â'd build it tall Casinoes, chicken ranches, IÃ'Â'd legalize them all WeÃ'Â'd have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal Lay by clubs and all night pubs, black jack and roulette Mel Gibson, Brigitte Nilsen, Mike Tyson having a bet (bite) Iniseoghain would then be known for itÃ'Â's multi-millionaires Where Donald Trump would have a chunk to live in solitaire And if I could IÃ'Â'd build a wall around old Donegal The north and south to keep them out, my god IÃ'Â'd build it tall Casinoes, chicken ranches, IÃ'Â'd legalize them all WeÃ'Â'd have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal To stand on top of fairy hill would give me such a thrill IÃ'Â've heard them say in Dublin thereÃ'Â's gold in them there hills So donÃ'Â't despair, 'cos if you dare, the answer lies with me ThereÃ'Â's a wall thatÃ'Â's steep and itÃ'Â's going cheap somewhere in Germany And if I could IÃ'Â'd build a wall around old Donegal The north and south to keep them out, my god IÃ'Â'd build it tall Casinoes, chicken ranches, IÃ'Â'd legalize them all WeÃ'Â'd have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal These lyrics may or may not be copyrighted!

The holy hills of Heaven call me To mansions bright across the sea Where loved ones wait and crowns are given When the hills of home keep calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me I see loved ones over yonder Tears are gone and hearts are free And from the throne king Jesus beckons Oh the hills of home are calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free and I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me When the hills of home start calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free and I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me When the hills of home start calling me