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 moon rise over Claddagh

Or watch the sun go down on Galway BayFor the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands diggin' praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not knowFor the strangers came and tried to teach their way

And scorned us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a starAnd 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