Sinead O'Connor - My Lagan Love lyrics

Where Lagan streams sing lullabies

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is on her hair

And, like a love sick leannán sí,

She hath my heart in thrall

No life have I, no liberty,

For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn

Has lulled the eve to sleep,

I steal into her shieling lorn,

And through the doorway creep,

There on the crickets' singing-stone

She makes the bogwood fire,

And sings in sweet and undertone,

The song of heart's desire