Caroline Lavelle
Lagan Love
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
From Letras Mania