The Blue Hills of Antrim I see in my dreams The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
Slieve Trostan's in shadow and Glenan in tears Looks sorrowing up at her love through the years That sad look at Trostan I cannot forget My heart pines in darkness, my lashes are wet.
Red dawn is at breaking and Slieve Mish is glad In smiles to the green fields and fallow of Brand Craighilly is waking from nights dewy sleep And Kella's young streams with my new pulses leap.
The Blue Hills of Antrim I see in my dreams The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.