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

Copyright: BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON
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