If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
And maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
And the women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way
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 think there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish Sea
