Ghosts of Galway Bay (Milan Miller)

Ghosts of Galway Bay

I’ve been working four to four
Since I landed on the shore
Far from the bogs in soggy socks
An Irish boy on the Boston docks

There’s loads of lads just like me
Who faced with famine chose to flee
Willing to take the work we’d find
Haunted by the lost and the left behind

The tides may turn but our hearts still yearn
For the Wild Atlantic Way
We raise a glass to the years that pass
And the ghosts of Galway Bay

I sailed in on that coffin ship
Grateful to survive the trip
Sick with sorrow all the while
For the western coast of the Emerald Isle

Now it ain’t the life we had planned
Same old slum in a brand-new land
Scraping by on the edge of town
Sleeping in a shanty when the sun goes down

The tides may turn but our hearts still yearn
For the Wild Atlantic Way
We raise a glass to the years that pass
And the ghosts of Galway Bay