I'll walk the miles from BallintoynNo shining moon to light my waynAcross the fields of LarrybanenAnd the rope bridge where my love waitsnnThe fishermen lie in their bedsnThe salmon spawn in Moyle's blue seanAnd you lie there upon the grassnWaiting for me on Carrick-a-redennOne step and two, hold tight, let gonTwenty and four, hold tight, let gonI'm nearly there, let go, let gonnI will find you where you lienAnd steal in soft under your coatnWe will tell our stories, lovenAnd sing our songs out, every notennOne step and two, hold tight, let gonTwenty and four, hold tight, let gonI'm nearly there, let go, let gonnYour sweet kiss will bring the restnYour mouth on my mouth, wave on wavenWe will meet the sea's loud roarnNo better way to cheat the gravennOne step and two, hold tight, let gonTwenty and four, hold tight, let gonI'm nearly there, let gonnOne step and two, hold tight, let gonTwenty and four, hold tight, let gonI'm nearly there, let go, let gonnLet go, let go