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.
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 my heart in thrall.