Letras
Far across yonder blue lies a true fairyland
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 the 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 cushion dark
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure I know every 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 on that wee cabin door
While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling on me
'Tis alone my concern if the grandest surprise
Could be shining at me out of somebody's eyes
'Tis my private affair what my feelings would be
While the green glens of Antrim are welcoming me
But I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And among them the one who's been aye on 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