Celtic Woman
my lagan love
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Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
With love is lord of all.
And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
The song of heart's desire.
- Album:
- Emerald: Musical Gems
- Celtic Woman: Believe
- Songs From The Heart
- Celtic Woman
- Miscellaneous
- Lullaby
- The Greatest Journey
- A Christmas Celebration
- A New Journey
- Non-Album Releases
- Destiny
- Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears
- Voices of Angels
- A Celtic Christmas
- Decade: The Songs, The Show, The Tradition, The Classics
- Celtic Woman: Bonus Tracks
- When You Go
- The Whole Of The Moon
- Walk Beside Me
- Tir Na Nog