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If you ever go across the sea to IrelandThen maybe at the closing of your dayYou will sit and watch the moon rise over CladdaghAnd see the sun go down on Galway BayJust to hear again the ripple of the trout streamThe women in the meadows making hayAnd to sit beside a turf fire in the cabinAnd watch the barefoot gossoons at their play(For the strangers came and tried to teach us their wayThey scorned us just for being what we are)But they might as well go chasing after moon beamsOr light a penny candle from a starAnd if there is gonna to be a life hereafterAnd somehow I am sure there's gonna beI will ask my God to let me make my heavenIn that dear land across the Irish sea From Letras Mania