[00:12.24]If you ever go across the sea to Ireland[00:18.42]Then maybe at the closing of your day[00:26.04]You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh[00:34.20]And see the sun go down on Galway Bay[00:42.57]Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream[00:48.00]The women in the meadow making hay[00:54.03]Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin[01:02.94]And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play[01:11.70]For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland[01:18.60]Are perfumed by the heather as they blow[01:24.84]And the women in the uplands diggin' praties[01:35.76]Speak a language that the strangers do not know[01:47.64]Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way[01:54.24]They scorned us just for bein' what we are[02:03.09]But they might as well go chasing after moon beams[02:15.60]Or light a penny candle from a star[02:27.78]And if there's is going to be a life hereafter[02:34.02]And somehow I am sure there's going to be[02:40.35]I will ask my God to let me make my heaven[02:51.09]In that dear land across the Irish sea