Galway Bay

If you ever go across the seas to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moonrise 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 meadows making hay
And, to sit beside the turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot goosoons at their 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 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