Green Glens of Antrim - Paddy McElherron
Far across yonder blue
Lies a true paradise
With the sea rippling over
The shingle and spice
Where the gay honeysuckle
Is luring the bee
And the green glens of an trim
Are calling to me
If only you knew
How the light of the moon
Turns a blue Irish bay
To a silver lagoon
You'd imagine the picture
Of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of an trim
Are welcoming to me
And I hope to return
To my own Cushendall
It's the one place for me
That can outshine them all
Till I know every rock
I will recall every tree
Where the green glens of an trim
Are heaven to me
But I'd be where the people
Are friendly and kind
And among that for me
That's been aye in my mind
So I pray that the world
What in peace let me be
Where the green glens of an trim
Are heaven to me
Where the green glens of an trim
Are heaven to me