Galway Bay
'Tis far away I am today from scenes I roamed a boy,
And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois;
Nor time nor tide nor waters wide can wean my heart away,
For ever true it flies to you, my dear old Galway Bay.
Grey and bleak, by shore and creek, the rugged rocks abound,
But sweet and green the grass between,
That grows on Irish ground,
Where friendship fond, abd wealth abound, and love that lives always
Bless every home beside your foam, my dear old Galway Bay.
Had I youth's blood and cheerful mood and heart of fire once more,
For all the gold the world might hold I'd never leave you shore,
I'd live content whate'er God sent would never go away
And lay my bones, 'neath churchyard stones, beside you, Galway Bay.
The blessings of a poor old man be with you night and day,
The blessings of a lonely man whose heart will soon be clay.
It's all the Heaven I'll ask of God upon my dying day,
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois;
Nor time nor tide nor waters wide can wean my heart away,
For ever true it flies to you, my dear old Galway Bay.
Grey and bleak, by shore and creek, the rugged rocks abound,
But sweet and green the grass between,
That grows on Irish ground,
Where friendship fond, abd wealth abound, and love that lives always
Bless every home beside your foam, my dear old Galway Bay.
Had I youth's blood and cheerful mood and heart of fire once more,
For all the gold the world might hold I'd never leave you shore,
I'd live content whate'er God sent would never go away
And lay my bones, 'neath churchyard stones, beside you, Galway Bay.
The blessings of a poor old man be with you night and day,
The blessings of a lonely man whose heart will soon be clay.
It's all the Heaven I'll ask of God upon my dying day,
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
My soul would soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
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Writer(s): Trad, John Loesberg, Francis Arthur Fahy
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