Letra de My lagan love

Where lagan stream sings lullaby
There grows a young man fair
The twilight gleam is in his eye
The night is on his hair
And like a lovesick lenan he
He hath my heart in thrall
No life I owe, no liberty
His love is lord of all

And often when the beetles´ horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto his shieling lorn
And thro´ the dooring peep
There on the cricket´s singing stone
He spears the bird in fire
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of his desire