[Verse 1]
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, digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know

[Verse 2]
For the strangers came and tried to teach us 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's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow, I am sure there's gonna be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea