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
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the rippling of the trout stream
See 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 strangers came and tried to teach us their way
They scorn 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's 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
So I can watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

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