歌词
Sinead O Connor -My Lagan Love
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lenanshee
She hath my heart to thrall
Nor life I owe,nor liberty
For love is lord of all
And often when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thro'the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire.
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart ’s desire.
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