MY LAGAN LOVE

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There grows a lily fair.
The twilight gleam is in her eye;
The night is on her hair.
And, like a lovesick lenanshee*
She hath my heart in thrall;
Nor life I owe, 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 sheiling lorn,
And thro' the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.

* gaelic - don't know what it means!

This version is from a CD called 'My Lagan Love'
Helios CDH88023

Sung by Alison Pierce, soprano
accompanied by Susan Drake, harp

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 19-Nov-02.