I don't know if the below lyrics are 'right'. It seems like I've been singing it this way my whole life... but I doubt the people that sang it too me would have too far off the mark. THE GREEN GLENS OF ANTRIM 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. CHORUS: Sure if only you knew how the lamp of the moon Turns a 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 Cushendall. '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 waiting for me. CHORUS: I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore And I'd knock with my heart on that we cabin door While the sun showers gold on the lap of the sea And the Green Glens of Antrim are 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 might be When the Green Glens of Antrim are welcoming me CHORUS: For I'd be where the people are simple and kind And among them the one who's been 'aye' in my mind Then I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be And the Green Glens of Antrim are heaven to me. CHORUS
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