Charlotte Church - My Lagan Love lyrics

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye,

The night is on her hair

And, like a love-sick lenanshee,

She hath my hear in thrall;

Nor life I owe, nor liberty,

For Love is Lord of all.

And often when the beetle horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep,

I steal unto her shilding lorn

And thro` the dooring peep.

There on the cricket`s singing stone

She spares the bog wood fire.

And hums in sad sweet undertone

The song of heart`s desire