Letras
Sure, it's maybe someday I'll go back to Ireland
If it's only at the closing of me day
Just to see again the moon rise o'er the claddagh
And to watch the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to see again the ripple of a trout stream
The farmers in the meadows makin' hay
Or to sit beside a tar fire in a cabin
And to watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
Oh, the winds that blow across the seas from Ireland
Come perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands pickin' pretties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
Oh, the strangers came and they tried to teach us their ways
And they blamed us for bein' what we are
Ah, but they might as well go chasin' after moonbeams
I ought to light a penny candle from a star
And if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I know there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that little land across the Irish sea