My Lagan Love lyrics

Where Lagan stream sing lullaby,

there blows a lily fair.

When twilight gleam is in her eyes,

the night is on her hair.

And like a love-sick lenanshee,

she hath my heart in thrall.

No life have I, no liberty

with love is lord of all.

And sometimes when the beetles horn

hath lulled the eve to sleep,

I steal unto her shieling low

and through her dooreen peep.

There on the cricket's singing stone

she stirs the bog wood fire

and hums in soft sweet undertones

the song of heart's desire.

Her welcome like her love for me

is from her heart within.

Her warm kiss is felicity

that knows no taint of sin.