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 has my heart in thrall,
Nor life I own nor liberty,
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And through the dooring peep.
There by the cricket's singing stone
She spare the bogwood fire
And sings in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from deep within.
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin.
And when I set my foot to go
'Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out of darkest night.
traditional Irish melody; lyrics by Joseph
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