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 the picture of heaven it could be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

‘Tis alone my concern if the grandest surprise
Would be shining at me out of somebody’s eyes
It’s my private affair what my feelings would be
Where the green glens of Antrim were welcoming me
But I’d be where the people are simple and kind
And among them there’s one who’s been aye in my mind
Sure I pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me