| @K MIDI KARAOKE FILE@V0100@LENGL@TGalway Bay@TDr Arthur Colahan@TSeq by Richard Williams 2001
If you ever go
across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing
of your day
You will 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 trout stream
The women in the meadows
making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire
In the cabin
And watch the barefoot
Gossoons at their play
For the breezes blowing
o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather
as they blow
And the women in the uplands
Digging praties
Speak a language
that the strangers do not know
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 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
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 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
In that dear land
across the Irish Sea |
