Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
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
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 sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire