If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You can sit and watch a moonrise 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 meadow making hay Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin And watch the barefoot gossons as they play Yeah, the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways 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 is 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