theres a place in ireland its name is galway bay
full of lots fishing boats you can see along the way
you can watch sun as it begins to set
as you watch the bay become a sillouttte.
you can see white horse has there riding by.
riding on the waves beneath a moonlit sky
a picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.
a perfect work of art thats so full and whole.
the beauty of the bay the splendour of the sea
a memory i hold so very close to me.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
theres a place in ireland its name is galway bay
full of lots fishing boats you can see along the way
you can watch sun as it begins to set
as you watch the bay become a sillouttte.
you can see white horse has there riding by.
riding on the waves beneath a moonlit sky
a picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.
a perfect work of art thats so full and whole.
the beauty of the bay the splendour of the sea
a memory i hold so very close to me.
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