If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise 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

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gossoons 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 moonbeans

Or light a penny candle from a star



And if there is gonna to be a life hereafter

And somehow I am sure there's gonna be

I will ask my God to let me make my heaven

In that dear land across the Irish sea