[ti:My Lagan Love]
[ar:Charlotte Church]
[al:Prelude: The Best Of Charlotte Church]
[offset:500]
[00:00.00]Charlotte Church - My Lagan Love
[00:14.67]
[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 cricket’s 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