Artist: The Irish Tenors
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 see the sun go down on Galway Bay,
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 watch the barefoot gossoons at their play,
For the breezes blowing over the seas 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,
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way,]
They 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.
Writer(s): Gerry Leonard, Donal Coghlan, Arthur Colahan
Copyright: Island Music Ltd., Box & Cox Publishing Inc.
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|The Irish Tenors - Ireland Album Lyrics|
|4.||Lift The Wings|
|5.||The Irish Rover|
|8.||Whiskey In The Jar|
|9.||The Water Is Wide|
|10.||Toora Loora & Irish Eyes|
|3||Toora Loora & Irish Eyes|
|4||The Water Is Wide|
|5||Whiskey In The Jar|
|3||Pit Et Rik|
|4||Dead Can Dance|
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