THE GREEN GLENS OF ANTRIM 4/4 (Traditional)
(For Wolfe Tones Version use capo on 3rd fret)
Far a(D)cross yonder (D7)blue lies a (G)true fairy (D)land
With the sea rippling (Bm)over the (E)shingle and (A)sand
Where the (D)gay honey(D7)suckle is (G)luring the (D)bee
And the green glens of (Bm)Antrim are (A)calling to (D)me
Chorus:
Sure if (G)only you knew how the (D)lamp of the (Bm)moon
Turns a (D)blue Irish (Bm)bay to a (E)silver la(A)goon
You'd (D)imagine a (D7)picture of (G)heaven it would (D)be
Where the green glens of (Bm)Antrim are (A)calling to (D)me.
Soon I hope to return to my own Cuchendall
T’is the one place for me That can outshine them all.
Sure I know every stone I’ll 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 gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me
Chorus
Now I'd be where the people are simple and so kind
And among them the one who has been on my mind
Sure I pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me
Chorus
