THE GREEN GLENS OF ANTRIM SONG

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 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
Where the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And 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

Composed by Kenneth North ? 1950 Carolin Music.
Published by Southern Music Publishing, 8 Denmark Street. London