Irish

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day,
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow making hay.
Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play.

For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

For the stangers came and tried to teach us their way.
They scorned us just for bein' what we are.
But they might as well go chasing after moon beams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there's is going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow, I am sure there's going to be,
Then I pray my God will let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

American

There's a reason for the sunshiny sky
There's a reason why I'm feeling so high
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us.

So let that feeling grab you deep inside
And send you reeling where your love can't hide
And then go stealing through the moonlit night with your lover.

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean: it's the season.

Let your love fly like a bird on the wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean: that's the reason.

There's a reason for the warm sweet nights
And there's a reason for the candle lights
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us.

So let that wonder take you into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face, you can't hold back.

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean: it's the season.

Let your love fly like a bird on the wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean: that's the reason.

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean: it's the season.

Let your love fly like a bird on the wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean: that's the reason...

"The researchers conclude that initiating flight was simply a matter of learning to flap at a particular angle." I mean, who knew?