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 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

Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gossons at their play


For the strangers came and tried to teach their way

They scorn'd 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