My Lagan Love 歌词

	Charlotte Church - My Lagan Love
	Where Lagan stream 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 lenanshee,
	She hath my heart to thrall:
	Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
	For love is lord of all
	And often when the beetles horn
	Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
	I steal unto her shieling lorn
	And thro' the dooring peep.
	There on the cricket's singing stone
	She spares the bog wood fire.
	And hums in sad sweet undertone
	The song of heart’s desire.

	Charlotte Church My Lagan Love
	Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
	There blows a lily fair:
	The twilight gleam is in her eye,
	The night is on her hair.
	And, like a lovesick lenanshee,
	She hath my heart to thrall:
	Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
	For love is lord of all
	And often when the beetles horn
	Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
	I steal unto her shieling lorn
	And thro' the dooring peep.
	There on the cricket' s singing stone
	She spares the bog wood fire.
	And hums in sad sweet undertone
	The song of heart' s desire.

	Charlotte Church My Lagan Love
	Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
	There blows a lily fair:
	The twilight gleam is in her eye,
	The night is on her hair.
	And, like a lovesick lenanshee,
	She hath my heart to thrall:
	Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
	For love is lord of all
	And often when the beetles horn
	Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
	I steal unto her shieling lorn
	And thro' the dooring peep.
	There on the cricket' s singing stone
	She spares the bog wood fire.
	And hums in sad sweet undertone
	The song of heart' s desire.

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