Maybe someday
you'll go back again
to Ireland
If only at
the closing of
your day
You can sit and watch
the moon rise
over Claddagh
And watch the
sun go down
on Galway Bay
To see again
the ripple of
the trout stream
The women in the
meadows
making hay
Or to sit beside
a turf fire
in the cabin
And watch the
barefoot children
at their play
The winds that
blow across the
vales 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
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 feel sure there's
going to be
Then I’ll ask my God
to let me make
my heaven
In that dear land
across the
Irish sea