Barbara Dickson
my lagan love
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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
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Heartsongs
- After Dark (Live)
- Barbara Dickson: Heartsongs
- The Best of Barbara Dickson
- The Best Of
- Winter
- The Ultimate Musicals Experience
- Time & Tide
- West End Girls
- My Kind of Music - Great Songs from the Musicals!
- The Essential Barbara Dickson
- The Collection
- Great Romantic Hits of the 70s and 80s
- All for a Song
- Dark End of the Street
- January, February: The Best of Barbara Dickson
- The Platinum Collection
- Heartbeats
- Musical Masterpieces - The Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber