Middle verse of THE GREEN GLENS OF ANTRIM
Soon I hope to return, to my own Cushendal
It's the one place I know, 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 at that wee cabin door
While the sun showered with gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me
Regards Mick Bracken^^