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