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