The Green Glens of AntrimWith 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 the picture of heaven 'twould 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 every stone, I recall 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 we cabin door While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea While the green glens of Antrim were welcoming me 'Tis alone my concern if the grandest surprise Would be shining at me out of somebody's eyes 'Tis my private affair what my feelings would be While the green glens of Antrim were welcoming me But I'd be where the people were simple and kind And among them the one who's been aye in my mind Sure I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me |