Song | My Lagan Love |
Artist | Charlotte Church |
Album | Prelude - The Best Of Charlotte Church |
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[00:16.67] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:24.42] | There blows a lily fair: |
[00:31.87] | The twilight gleam is in her eye, |
[00:40.64] | The night is on her hair. |
[00:48.93] | And, like a love-sick lenanshee, |
[00:54.77] | She hath my heart to thrall: |
[01:03.00] | Nor life I owe, nor liberty, |
[01:11.21] | For love is lord of all |
[01:18.66] | |
[01:36.98] | And often when the beetles horn |
[01:45.12] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[01:53.92] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:03.53] | And thro the dooring peep. |
[02:12.43] | There on the crickets singing stone |
[02:19.25] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[02:28.18] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[02:38.95] | The song of heart’s desire. |
[02:46.68] | |
[03:00.03] | |
[03:05.11] | END |
[00:16.67] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:24.42] | There blows a lily fair: |
[00:31.87] | The twilight gleam is in her eye, |
[00:40.64] | The night is on her hair. |
[00:48.93] | And, like a lovesick lenanshee, |
[00:54.77] | She hath my heart to thrall: |
[01:03.00] | Nor life I owe, nor liberty, |
[01:11.21] | For love is lord of all |
[01:18.66] | |
[01:36.98] | And often when the beetles horn |
[01:45.12] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[01:53.92] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:03.53] | And thro the dooring peep. |
[02:12.43] | There on the crickets singing stone |
[02:19.25] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[02:28.18] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[02:38.95] | The song of heart' s desire. |
[02:46.68] | |
[03:00.03] | |
[03:05.11] | END |
[00:16.67] | Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
[00:24.42] | There blows a lily fair: |
[00:31.87] | The twilight gleam is in her eye, |
[00:40.64] | The night is on her hair. |
[00:48.93] | And, like a lovesick lenanshee, |
[00:54.77] | She hath my heart to thrall: |
[01:03.00] | Nor life I owe, nor liberty, |
[01:11.21] | For love is lord of all |
[01:18.66] | |
[01:36.98] | And often when the beetles horn |
[01:45.12] | Hath lulled the eve to sleep, |
[01:53.92] | I steal unto her shieling lorn |
[02:03.53] | And thro the dooring peep. |
[02:12.43] | There on the crickets singing stone |
[02:19.25] | She spares the bog wood fire. |
[02:28.18] | And hums in sad sweet undertone |
[02:38.95] | The song of heart' s desire. |
[02:46.68] | |
[03:00.03] | |
[03:05.11] | END |