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 Antrim

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 Antrim

Are welcoming to me.



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And I hope to return

To my own Cuchendall

It's the one place I know

That can outshine them all.



Till I know every stone

I will recall every tree

Where the green glens of Antrim

Are heaven to me.



But I'd be where the people

Are simple and kind

And among them there is one

That's been aye in my mind.



So I pray that the world

That in peace let me be

Where the green glens of Antrim

Are heaven to me.



Where the green glens of Antrim

Are heaven to me...