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My Lagan Love (The Corrs)

Where lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair When twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a lovesick lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty With love is lord of all And sometimes when the beetles horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling low And through her dooreen peep There on the cricket's singing stone She stirs the bog wood 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