The Green Glens of Antrim - The Wolfe Tones

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land

With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand

Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee

And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon

Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon

You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be

Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall

'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all

Sure I know ev’ry stone I recall every tree

Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore

And I’d knock with my heart at that wee cabin door

While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea

And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon

Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon

You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be

Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

Now, I’d be where the people are simple and kind

And there’s one there for me who’s been on my mind

And I’d pray that the world would in peace let me be

Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon

Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon

You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be

Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me