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
THE TURF FIRE
IN THE CABIN
AND WATCH
THE BAREFOOT GOSSOONS
AT THEIR PLAY
FOR THE BREEZE
IS BLOWING
O'ER THE SEAS
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 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
I WILL ASK MY GOD
TO LET ME MAKE
MY HEAVEN
IN THAT DEAR LAND
ACROSS THE IRISH SEA