My Lagan Love - Celtic Woman
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 lennan shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
With love is lord of all
And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru a dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
The song of heart's desire