歌曲 | My Lagan Love |
歌手 | Sinéad O'Connor |
专辑 | She Who Dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High Shall Abide Under the Shadow of the Almighty |
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[ti:My Lagan Love] | |
[ar:Sinead O Connor] | |
[00:01.33] | Sinead O Connor -My Lagan Love |
[00:21.70] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:35.86] | There blows a lily fair |
[00:46.94] | The twilight gleam is in her eyes |
[01:00.74] | The night is on her hair |
[01:10.79] | And like a love-sick lenanshee |
[01:23.42] | She hath my heart to thrall |
[01:36.17] | Nor life I owe,nor liberty |
[01:51.76] | For love is lord of all |
[02:09.36] | And often when the beetles horn |
[02:34.06] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[02:45.34] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:59.59] | And thro'the dooring peep. |
[03:10.29] | There on the cricket's singing stone |
[03:22.60] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[03:34.97] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[03:49.59] | The song of heart ’s desire. |
[04:03.98] | END |
ti: My Lagan Love | |
ar: Sinead O Connor | |
[00:01.33] | Sinead O Connor My Lagan Love |
[00:21.70] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:35.86] | There blows a lily fair |
[00:46.94] | The twilight gleam is in her eyes |
[01:00.74] | The night is on her hair |
[01:10.79] | And like a lovesick lenanshee |
[01:23.42] | She hath my heart to thrall |
[01:36.17] | Nor life I owe, nor liberty |
[01:51.76] | For love is lord of all |
[02:09.36] | And often when the beetles horn |
[02:34.06] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[02:45.34] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:59.59] | And thro' the dooring peep. |
[03:10.29] | There on the cricket' s singing stone |
[03:22.60] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[03:34.97] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[03:49.59] | The song of heart ' s desire. |
[04:03.98] | END |
ti: My Lagan Love | |
ar: Sinead O Connor | |
[00:01.33] | Sinead O Connor My Lagan Love |
[00:21.70] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:35.86] | There blows a lily fair |
[00:46.94] | The twilight gleam is in her eyes |
[01:00.74] | The night is on her hair |
[01:10.79] | And like a lovesick lenanshee |
[01:23.42] | She hath my heart to thrall |
[01:36.17] | Nor life I owe, nor liberty |
[01:51.76] | For love is lord of all |
[02:09.36] | And often when the beetles horn |
[02:34.06] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[02:45.34] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:59.59] | And thro' the dooring peep. |
[03:10.29] | There on the cricket' s singing stone |
[03:22.60] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[03:34.97] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[03:49.59] | The song of heart ' s desire. |
[04:03.98] | END |