Where Lagan streams sings lullaby There blooms a lily fair And the moonlight gleam is in her eye And the night is in her hair And like the lovesick
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair: The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And, like a love-sick lenanshee
Where Lagan 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
me. At evening's fall he watched me walk. His heart was mine. But my love was young, and felt The world was not cruel, but kind. Where Lagan's light
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blow a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She
(Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney) Where Lagan streams sing lullabies There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye,
Where lagan stream sings lullaby There blow a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath
Where Lagan streams sing lullaby There blows a lily fair When twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love sick, lenanshee
hold me At evening's fall he watched me walk His heart was mine But my love was young and felt The world was not cruel but kind Where Lagan's light
Where Lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There grows a young man fair The twilight gleam is in his eye The night is on his hair And like a lovesick lenan he He
Where Lagan streams sings lullabies There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love sick Leannan si
Where 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
Where Lagan 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,
