Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay



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 watch the barefoot gossoons at their play



For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands digging praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not know



For the strangers came and tried to teach 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 somehow 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