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Capo 1 [Intro] D
DIf you ever go across the sea to IreAland, Athen maybe at the closing of your dDay, Dyou can sit and watch the moon rise over CGladdagh, and sAee the sun go down on Galway BaDy.
DJust to hear again the ripple of the trAout stream, ThAe women in the meadow making haDy, Djust to sit beside the turf fire in a caGbin, Aand watch the barefoot gosoons as tDhey play
GOoooDh OEmoooDh OGoooDh ooAoh FoDr the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from IrelAand, ArAe perfumed by the heather as they blDow, AnDd the women in the uplands digging praGties Speak a lEmanguage that the stArangers do not knDow.
YeDt the strangers came and tried to teach u s theAir ways, And they scoArned us just for being what we aDre,
BF#mut they might as well go chasin after moon beEmams, or liAght a penny candle from a sDtar.
ADnd if there's gonna be a life here afAter, And soAmehow I'm sure there's gonna Dbe, I wiDll ask my God to let me make my HeGaven, AIn that dear land across the IrisDh sea.
I wiDll ask my God to let me make my HeGaven, In mAy dear land across the Irish seDa.