John Mcdermott - Galway Bay Lyrics

Galway bay : to uncle ed, boston, mass. 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 meadow 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 seas from ireland Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom And the women in the uplands diggin’ praties Speak a language that the strangers do not know For the stranger 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’s 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 John Mcdermott Lyrics Galway Bay Lyrics