Oh, Baia-yah, when twilight is deep in the sky Baia-yah, someone that I long to see Keeps haunting my reverie and so the loneliness Deep in my heart calls
Tulkojums: Crosby, Bing. Baia.
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 watch the barefoot
Tulkojums: Crosby, Bing. Galway Bay.
