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Far across yonder blue, lies a true fairy land 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 light of the moon Turns a blue Irish lake to a silver lagoon You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be Where the Green Glens of Antrim are welcoming me 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 Sure I've been where the people, are simple and kind And amongst them there's one, that's been high my mind Oh I pray that the world would in peace let me be Where the Green Glens of Antrim are calling to me |