Where lagan streams sing lullabies
Through clouds of lilies fair
The half-light gleam is in his eyes
The night is on his hair
Like a love-sick lenashee
He has my heart to call
No life have I
No liberty
For his love is lord of all

and often when the late birdsong
Has lulled all the world to sleep
I will steal into my lover's arms
Our secrets there to keep
And on the cricket's singing stone
He'll make a drywood fire
And tell me then, sweet undertones
The song of my heart's desire

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Writer(s): CAROLINE LAVELLE, WILLIAM "ORBIT" WAINRIGHT