"The Green Glens Of Antrim" lyrics

"The Green Glens Of Antrim"

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

Sure, if only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine, a 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 the wee cabin door
While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me

Sure, if only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine, a 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 so kind
And among them, the one who has been on my mind
Sure, I pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me

Sure, if only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine, a picture of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me


Writer(s): Kenneth North
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