Barbara Dickson - My Lagan Love lyrics

Where Lagan streams sings lullaby There blooms a lily fair And the moonlight gleam is in her eye And the night is in her hair And like the lovesick lenanshee She does my heart in thrall Nor life I owe, nor liberty For love is lord of all And often when the beetle's horn Has lulled the eve to sleep I creep unto her shielling 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