Karaoké Galway Bay Bing Crosby

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland then maybe at the closin' of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh

And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadows makin' hay

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowin' over the seas from Ireland are perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands diggin' prates 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 bein' what we are

But they might as well go chasin' after moonbeams or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is goin' to be a life hereafter

And faith I am sure there's goin' to be

I will ask my God to let me make my heaven in that dear land across the Irish sea