Letra de «Galway Bay»
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
It 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 gosoons at their play
For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from 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
Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way They scorned us just for bein' what we are But they might as well go chasing after moon beams Or light a penny candle from a star And if there's 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 breezes blowin' o'er the sea from 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
Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way They scorned us just for bein' what we are But they might as well go chasing after moon beams Or light a penny candle from a star And if there's 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
