If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe 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
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
To sit beside the turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot gosoons as they play
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 moon beams
Or light a penny candle from a star
And if there's gonna to be a life in the hereafter
And somehow I'm 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