I'll walk the miles from Ballintoy No shining moon to light my way Across the fields of Larrybane And the rope bridge where my love waits The fishermen lie in their beds The salmon spawn in Moyle's blue sea And you lie there upon the grass Waiting for me on Carrick-a-rede One step and two, hold tight, let go Twenty and four, hold tight, let go I'm nearly there, let go, let go I will find you where you lie And steal in soft under your coat We will tell our stories, love And sing our songs out, every note One step and two, hold tight, let go Twenty and four, hold tight, let go I'm nearly there, let go, let go Your sweet kiss will bring the rest Your mouth on my mouth, wave on wave We will meet the sea's loud roar No better way to cheat the grave One step and two, hold tight, let go Twenty and four, hold tight, let go I'm nearly there, let go One step and two, hold tight, let go Twenty and four, hold tight, let go I'm nearly there, let go, let go Let go, let go