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