Текст Celtic Woman – My Lagan Love

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair

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 stirs the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart’s desire

The song of heart’s desire.