Galway Bay-Bing Crosby

[ti:Galway Bay] [ar:Bing Crosby] [al:Antologia] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Galway Bay (戈尔韦海湾) - Bing Crosby (本·考斯比) [00:07.94]If you ever go across the sea to Ireland [00:14.50]Then maybe at the closing of your day; [00:21.05]You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh [00:29.23]And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play [00:37.22]Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream [00:44.02]The women in the meadows making hay; [00:50.34]And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin [00:57.73] [00:58.48]And see the sun go down on Galway Bay [01:12.36]For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland [01:18.83]Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow; [01:26.23]And the women in the uplands diggin' praties [01:33.95]Speak a language that the strangers do not know [01:42.09]For the strangers came and tried to teach their way [01:48.57]They scorn'd us just for being what we are; [01:55.34]But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams [02:02.66]Or light a penny candle from a star [02:10.88]And if there is going to be a life hereafter [02:17.85] [02:18.53]And somehow I am sure there's going to be; [02:26.43]I will ask my God to let me make my heaven [02:36.57]In that dear land across the Irish sea