Galway Bay
If  you  ever  go  across  the  sea  to  Ireland
Then  maybe  at  the  closing  of  your  day
You  can  sit  and  watch  the  moon  rise  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  meadow  making  hay
Just  to  sit  beside  the  turf  fire  in  a  cabin
And  watch  the  barefoot  gosoons  as  they  play
For  the  breezes  blowing  o'er  the  sea's  from  Ireland
Ooooh
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
Yet  the  strangers  came  and  tried  to  teach  us  their  ways
And  they  scorned  us  just  for  being  what  we  are
But  they  might  as  well  go  chasin  after  moon  beams
Or  light  a  penny  candle  from  a  star
And  if  there's  gonna  be  a  life  here  after
And  faith  somehow  I'm  sure  there's  gonna  be
I  will  ask  my  God  to  let  me  make  my  Heaven
In  that  dear  land  across  the  Irish  sea
I  will  ask  my  God  to  let  me  make  my  Heaven
In  my  dear  land  across  the  Irish  sea
Oooooooh
In  my  dear  land  across  the  Irish  sea