VAN MORRISON
- My Lagan Love Lyrics / with translationsWhere pagan streams sing lullabies
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I, no liberty
For love is Lord of all
And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep
I'll steal into her shielding lorn
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad, sweet and undertone
The song of hearts desire
The song of hearts desire
The song of hearts desire
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I, no liberty
For love is Lord of all
And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad, sweet and undertone
The song of hearts desire
The song of hearts desire
The song of hearts desire
Facts about My Lagan Love
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My Lagan Love is written by Joseph Campbell, Alan Edward Branch, Donal Lunny, Paddy Moloney, . Traditional, Pete Lockett, Professor Stretch, Stephen Patrick Wickham, Adrian Maxwell Sherwood, Sinead O'connor, Van Morrison.
Who wrote My Lagan Love lyrics?
My Lagan Love is written by Joseph Campbell, Alan Edward Branch, Donal Lunny, Paddy Moloney, . Traditional, Pete Lockett, Professor Stretch, Stephen Patrick Wickham, Adrian Maxwell Sherwood, Sinead O'connor, Van Morrison.
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Songwriter(s): Joseph Campbell, Alan Edward Branch, Donal Lunny, Paddy Moloney, . Traditional, Pete Lockett, Professor Stretch, Stephen Patrick Wickham, Adrian Maxwell Sherwood, Sinead O'connor, van Morrison
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