My Lagan Love

Where Lagan Street sings lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is on her hair

And like a love sick leannan-sidhe

She has 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 unto her sheathing lorn

And through the dooring peep

They're on the crickets singing stone

She spares the bogwood fire

And hums in sad sweet undertone

The songs of heart's desire

Nor life I owe nor liberty

For love is Lord of all

For love is Lord of all