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 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
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
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
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
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