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[ti:galway bay] |
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[ar:celtic woman] |
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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland |
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Then maybe at the closing of your day |
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You can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh |
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And see the sun go down on Galway Bay |
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Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream |
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The women in the meadow making hay |
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Just to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin |
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And watch the barefoot gosoons as they play |
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For the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from Ireland |
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Ooooh |
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Are perfumed by the heather as they blow |
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And the women in the uplands digging praties |
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Speak a language that the strangers do not know |
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Yet the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways |
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And they scorned us just for being what we are |
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But they might as well go chasin after moon beams |
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Or light a penny candle from a star |
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And if there's gonna be a life here after |
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And faith somehow I'm sure there's gonna be |
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I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven |
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In that dear land across the Irish sea |
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I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven |
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In my dear land across the Irish sea |
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Oooooooh |
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In my dear land across the Irish sea |
