| Lyrics: | Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
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 lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall.
No life have I,
no liberty,
For love is Lord of all.
And often when the beetles horn
Has
lulled the eve to sleep,
I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway
creep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in
sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire |
