Sinead O'Connor "My Lagan Love" |
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 leann�n s�, 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |