There blows a lily fair
When twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair
And like a love - sick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I, no liberty
With love is lord of all
And sometimes when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire
And hums in soft sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin
Where Lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair When twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love - sick lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty With love is lord of all And sometimes when the beetles horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling low And through her dooreen peep There on the cricket's singing stone She stirs the bog wood fire And hums in soft sweet undertones The song of heart's desire Her welcome like her love for me Is from her heart within Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin Explain Request ×
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