[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