| Song | My Lagan Love |
| Artist | Charlotte Church |
| Album | Voice Of An Angel |
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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 |