If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You can sit and watch the 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 meadows making hay
Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossons at their play

For the strangers came and tried to teach their way
They scorn'd 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

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Writer(s): Arthur Colahan, DP DP, John Loesberg