Galway Bay

If you ever go across the seas to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh

And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadows making hay

And, to sit beside the turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot goosoons at their play

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way

They scorned 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's 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