Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to

IrelandThen maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over

CladdaghAnd watch the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadows making hay

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And see the sun go down on

Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from

IrelandAre perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands diggin' prates

Speak a language that the strangers do not know

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 moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is going to be a life hereafter

And if I am 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