Galway Bay

Galway Bay (戈尔韦海湾) - Bing Crosby (平克·劳斯)

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day;

You will sit and watch the moonrise

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 making hay;

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing o'er the seas

From Ireland

Are perfum'd 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

They scorn'd 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