Galway Bay 歌词

	Galway bay：to uncle ed, boston, mass.
	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 meadow making hay
	And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
	And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
	For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from ireland
	Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom
	And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
	Speak a language that the strangers do not know
	For the stranger 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

	Galway bay: to uncle ed, boston, mass.
	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 meadow making hay
	And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
	And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
	For the breezes blowing o' er the seas from ireland
	Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom
	And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
	Speak a language that the strangers do not know
	For the stranger 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

	Galway bay: to uncle ed, boston, mass.
	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 meadow making hay
	And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
	And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
	For the breezes blowing o' er the seas from ireland
	Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom
	And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
	Speak a language that the strangers do not know
	For the stranger 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

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