Cifras
Galway Bay

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.