Jun 14, 2006 00:21
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lilly fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick Lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe 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 shealing lorn
And through the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweat undertone
The song of hearts desire
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from the heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin
And when I stir my foot to go
Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out the dark of night
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lilly fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all