The Garden of Eden has vanished they say   But I know the lie of it still   Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea   And stop when halfway to Cootehill.      It's there you'll find it I know sure enough   For fortune has come to my call   The grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff   And the blue sky is over it all.      And tones that are tender and tones that are ruff   Come whispering over the sea   Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff   Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.      My mother once told me that when I was born   The day that I first saw the light   I looked down the street on that very first morn   And gave a crow of delight.      Now most newborn babies appear in a puff   And start with a sorrowful squall   But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff   And that's why I smiled at them all.      The baby's a man now, he's toil-worn and tough   Still, whispers come over the sea   Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff   Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.      Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me...