For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland
Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow;
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way ]
They scorn'd us just for being what we are;
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star
And if there is going to be a life hereafter
And they come to there's going to be;
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea
[00:04.570] [00:08.110]If you ever go across the sea to Ireland [00:13.230] [00:14.480]Then maybe at the closing of your day; [00:19.840] [00:21.340]You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh [00:27.830] [00:29.410]And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play [00:35.770] [00:37.330]Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream [00:42.710] [00:44.080]The women in the meadows making hay; [00:49.130] [00:50.570]And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin [00:57.050] [00:58.490]And see the sun go down on Galway Bay [01:06.410] [01:12.420]For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland [01:17.730] [01:19.160]Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow; [01:25.150] [01:26.530]And the women in the uplands diggin' praties [01:32.700] [01:34.390]Speak a language that the strangers do not know [01:41.190] [01:42.630]For the strangers came and tried to teach their way ] [01:48.120] [01:49.130]They scorn'd us just for being what we are; [01:54.740] [01:55.800]But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams [02:01.910] [02:03.220]Or light a penny candle from a star [02:10.200] [02:11.580]And if there is going to be a life hereafter [02:17.380] [02:19.280]And they come to there's going to be; [02:26.080] [02:27.260]I will ask my God to let me make my heaven [02:35.060] [02:37.170]In that dear land across the Irish sea
