Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There grows a fairy fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick leannan-sidhe
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
Beyond my reach she stirs the fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The songs of heart's desire.
If there was one wish she’d grant me
I’d show her what I’m dreaming of
In her world I would want to be
I dare not ask her for her love
For she’s immortal, I must go,
'Tis leaving Love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out the dark of night.