The Green Glens of Antrim (Irish Trad.)
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About 'The Green Glens of Antrim (Irish Trad.)'
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Lyrics:
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
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure I know ev'ry 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 gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
Now, I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And there's one there for me who's been on my mind
And I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
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
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure I know ev'ry 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 gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
Now, I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And there's one there for me who's been on my mind
And I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me
If only you knew how the lamp 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 calling to me
Score Key:
Bb major (Sounding Pitch) F major (French Horn in F) (
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View more Bb major Music for French Horn )Tempo Marking:
One in a bar 
.=c.48
.=c.48Duration:
3:50
Time Signature:
3/4 (View more 3/4 Music)
View more 3/4 Music)Range:
F4-G5
Number of Pages:
3
Difficulty:
Easy Level: Recommended for Beginners with some playing experience
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