If you ever go across the sea to Ireland And maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream And the women in the meadows making hay And to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way 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 think there's going to be I will ask my God to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish Sea