Lyrics My Lagan Love - The Chieftains , Van Morrison

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 comes and sing sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire
The song of heart's desire
The song of heart's desire