GALWAY BAY
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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Be it only at the closing of your day
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to see again the ripple on the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay.
Or to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the bare-foot gasuns at their play.
Oh the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
And the women in the uplands diggin' pratties
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
And somehow I feel sure there's going to be.
I will ask my Got to let me spend my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea.
(Click here to listen to 'Galway Bay')
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Be it only at the closing of your day
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to see again the ripple on the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay.
Or to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the bare-foot gasuns at their play.
Oh the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
And the women in the uplands diggin' pratties
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
And somehow I feel sure there's going to be.
I will ask my Got to let me spend my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea.