Irish Songs "Galway Bay"

GALWAY BAY
	If you ever go across the sea to Ireland If it's only 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 he ripple of the trout streams The women in the meadows making hay And to sit before a turf fire in a cabin And watch the barefoot children at their play. The breezes that blow across the sea from Ireland Are perfumed by the heather as they blow And the women in the uplands diggin praties Speak a language that the strangers do not know. For 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 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.

GALWAY BAY

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
If it's only 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 he ripple of the trout streams
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit before a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot children at their play.

The breezes that blow across the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

For 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 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.

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