Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh

And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadow making hay

To sit beside the turf fire in a cabin

And watch the barefoot gosoons as they play

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way

They scorned us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moon beams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there's gonna to be a life in the hereafter

And somehow I'm sure there's going to be

I will ask my God to let me make my heaven

In that dear land across the Irish sea