If you ever go across the sea to ireland
then maybe at the closing of the day
you will sit and watch the moon rise over forest
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 turn fire in the cabin
and watch the barefoot cousins at their play
(for the strangers came and tried to teach us fairway
they scorn us just for being what we are
but they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
or buy a penny candle from a star)
and if there's goin' 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 here land across the ivy sea