Where Lagan Stream Sings Lullaby

There Grows A Lily Fair

The Twilight Gleam Is In Her Eye

The Night Is On Her Hair

And Like A Lovesick Leannsidhe

She Hath My Heart Enthrall

No Life I Own Or Liberty

For Love Is Lord Of All



And Often When The Beetle's Tone

Has Lulled The Eve To Sleep

I Creep Down To Her Sheeling Low

And Through The Door I Peep

There On The Cricket's Singing Stone

She Piles The Bogwood Fire

And Sings In Love's Sweet Undertones

A Song Of Heart's Desire