My Lagan Love-Charlotte Church

[00:16.67]Where Lagan stream sings lullaby [00:24.42]There blows a lily fair: [00:31.87]The twilight gleam is in her eye, [00:40.64]The night is on her hair. [00:48.93]And, like a love-sick lenanshee, [00:54.77]She hath my heart to thrall: [01:03.00]Nor life I owe, nor liberty, [01:11.21]For love is lord of all [01:18.66] [01:36.98]And often when the beetles horn [01:45.12]Hath lulled the eve to sleep, [01:53.92]I steal unto her shieling lorn [02:03.53]And thro the dooring peep. [02:12.43]There on the crickets singing stone [02:19.25]She spares the bog wood fire. [02:28.18]And hums in sad sweet undertone [02:38.95]The song of heart’s desire. [02:46.68] [03:00.03] [03:05.11]END