My Lagan Love — The Corrs

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 crickets singing stone She stirs the bog wood fire And hums in soft sweet undertones The song of hearts desire

Her welcome like her love for me Is from her heart within Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin