Interpret:

Sam Cooke

Album:

Cooke's Tour

If you ever go across the seas to Ireland
 Then maybe at the closing of your day
 You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh
 And see the sun go down on Galway Bay


 To hear again the ripple of the trout stream
 The women in the meadows making hay
 To sit beside the turf fire in the cabin
 And watch the barefoot goosoons at their play


 For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways
 They scorned 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's going 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 dear land across the Irish Sea