(Francis Fahy)
It's far away I am today from scenes I roamed a boy
And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois
But time nor tide or waters wide could wean my heart away
For ever true it flies to you, my own dear Galway Bay
Oh grey and bleak by shores and creek the rugged rocks abound
But sweet and green the grass between as grows on Irish ground
So friendships fond or wealth abound and a love that lives always
Bless every home beside your foam, my own dear Galway Bay
Had I but blood and hopeful mood and a heart of fire once more
For all the gold the world might hold I'd never leave your shore
I'd be content with whatever God sent, with neighbours old and grey
And I'd 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 up heaven I'll ask of God upon my dying day
My soul to soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay
As sung by Dolores Keane
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
