The Corrs
My Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sing lullaby
There blows a lily fair
When twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair

And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I, no liberty
When Love is Lord of all

And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And through her dooring peep

There on the crickets' singing stone
She stirs the bogwood fire
And hums in soft, sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire

Her welcome, like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin