Sinéad O'Connor - My lagan love
Where Lagan stream sings lullabies
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick leannán sí
She hath my heart in thrall
No life I own, nor liberty
For love is lord of all And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal into her shieling lorn
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sad, sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick leannán sí
She hath my heart in thrall
No life I own, nor liberty
For love is lord of all And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal into her shieling lorn
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sad, sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
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