10.My Lagan Love
愛情多難 民謠
Arranger：Meinir Huelyn
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,
She hath my hear in thrall;
Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
For Love is Lord of all.
And often when the beetle horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal unto her shilding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire.
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.
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