Foster and AllenMiscellaneousGALWAY BAYGALWAY BAYIt’s said someday I’ll go back to IrelandIf only at the closing of my dayJust to see again the moon rise over CladdaghAnd watch the sun go down on Galway BayJust to see again the ripple of the trout streamThe women in the meadows making hayOr to sit beside a turf fire in the cabinAnd watch the barefoot children at their play.The winds that blow across the vales from IrelandAre perfumed by the heather as they blowAnd the women in the uplands diggin' pratiesSpeak a language that the strangers do not knowThe strangers came and tried to teach us their wayThey scorned us just for being what we areBut they might as well go chasing after moonbeamsOr light a penny candle from a star.And if there’s going to be a life hereafterAnd somehow I feel sure there's going to beThen I’ll ask my God to let me make my heavenIn that dear land across the Irish sea.
