Galway Bay - Daniel O'Donnell

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Be it only at the closing of your days

You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladaur

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

For to sit beside at her fire in a cavern

And watch the bare-foot gossems at their play.

Oh the breeze is blowing o'er the sea from Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands digging?

Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

Oh, the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways

They scorned us 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

As somehow I feel 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