Lagan Love - Celtic Thunder

My, my Lagan love

My Lagan love

Where Lagan stream sing lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eyes

The night is on her hair

And like a lovesick lenanshee

She hath my heart in thrall

No life I own, no liberty

For love is lord of all

My Lagan love

And sometimes when the beetle horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shieling low

And through the dooreen peep

There on the cricket’s singing stone

She stirs the bogwood fire

And hums in soft sweet undertones

The song of heart’s desire

The song of heart’s desire