| lyric | Far across younder blue lies a true fairy land,
Where the sea ripples over the shinles and sand,
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee,
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me.
And if only you knew how the light of the moon,
turns a blue Irish lake to a silver lagoon,
You’d imagine a picture of heav’n it would be,
Where the green glens of Antrim ar calling to me.
Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendaul.
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all.
Sure I know every stone, I recall every tree
Where the Green Glens of Antrim are calling to me.
I would call at a cabin close down by the shore
And I'd knock with my heart at that green cabin door.
While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And the Green Glens of Antrim were smiling on me.
Sure I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And among them the one who's been here in my mind
And I pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the Green Glens of Antrim are heaven to me. |