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 gra** 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...