Did you ever go across the sea to Ireland And maybe at the closing of your day You can 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 troutstream The women in the meadows making hay Just to sit around the turf in the cabin And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.
Oh the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland Are perfumed by the heather as the blow And the women in the uplands digging praties Speak a language that the stranger do not know.
Oh the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways They scorned us just for being what they 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 would ask my God to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish Sea.