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
Carrick-A-Rede by Cathie Ryan