My Lagan Love — Sinead O Connor

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 leannГЎn sГ­, 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