If you ev er go across the sea to Ire land
Then maybe at the closing of your da y
You could sit and watch the moon rise over Cla ddagh
Or wat ch the sun go down on Galway Ba y
For the breezes blo wing o'er the sea to Ir eland
Are perfumed by the heather as they bl ow
And the women in the uplands diggin' prat ies
Speak a lang uage that the strangers do not kno w
For the strangers cam e and tried to teach the ir way
And scorned us just for being what we ar e
But they might as well go chasing after moon beams
Or light a penny candle from a st ar
And if the re is going to be a life here after
And somehow I am sure there's gonna to b e
I will ask my God to let me make my hea ven
In th at dear land across the Irish se a