As I sit here at my desk, I dream of Glenmalur
And one day again I will walk that vale, of that I am sure.
Oh to walk among Wicklow’s mountains with its glistening vales.
And to walk along river banks, listening to there tales.

I stroll along a river bank with a woman I like to hold,
Here we come to a river ford and the scene unfolds
And my dream is of my woman and to take her to my fold
Will I ask her, oh could I ever, be so bold.

We walk along the glen, arm in arm we go,
And as we stop to kiss, caution to the wind we throw,
I drink her scent and watch her face aglow,
And there in Glenmalur I fell in love, long, long ago.