If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

you may sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh

and watch 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 a cabin

and watch the barefoot gosoons at their play

oh the wind that blow across the sea from Ireland

and perfumed by the heather as it blows

and the women in the upland digging praties

speak a language that the strangers do not know

for the stranger came and tried to teach us their way

they mocked us just for being what we are

but they might as well just try to chase a moonbeam

or light a penny candle from a star

and if there’s going to be a life hereafter

and somehow I feel sure there’s going to be

I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven

in that fair land across the Irish sea