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