My Lagan Love letra

Where Lagan streams 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 lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life I owe, no liberty,
For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal into her shieling lorn,
And through the doorway creep,
There on the crickets' singing-stone
She makes the bogwood fire,
And sings in sad sweet and undertone,

Triniti - Letras

• Brighid's kiss
• Falling
• Fields of gold
• Glen of Imaal
• In a lifetime
• Kiss from a rose
• My Lagan Love
• Nocturne
• Now we are free
• Rose on water
• Scarborough Fair
• The water is wide
• Voices
• What you do with that you've got