Sinead Oconnor - My Lagan Love - Текст песни

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 love sick leannГѓВЎn sГѓВ­,
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I, no liberty,
For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn 
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal into her shieling lorn,
And through the doorway creep,
There on the crickets' singing-stone
She makes the bogwood fire,
And sings in sweet and undertone, 
The song of heart's desire