Galway Bay

Galway Bay - Ameritz Tribute Club

Maybe someday you go back again to Ireland

If only at the closing of your day

You can sit and watch the moon rise over claddagh

And whach the sun go down on galway bay

Just see again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadow making hay

And sit beside the turf fire in a cabin

And watch the barefoot gosoons as they play

Oh the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from 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

Or the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways

They scorned us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasin after moon beams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there's gonna to be a life here after

And somehow I'm 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