If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You could sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh Or watch the sun go down on Galway Bay For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland Are perfumed by the heather as they blow And the women in the uplands diggin' praties Speak a language that the strangers do not know For the strangers came and tried to teach their way And 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 gonna to be I will ask my God to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish sea