Where lagan streams sing lullabiesThrough clouds of lilies fairThe half-light gleam is in his eyesThe night is on his hairLike a love-sick lenasheeHe has my heart to callNo life have INo libertyFor his love is lord of alland often when the late birdsongHas lulled all the world to sleepI will steal into my lover's armsOur secrets there to keepAnd on the cricket's singing stoneHe'll make a drywood fireAnd tell me then, sweet undertonesThe song of my heart's desire
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Written By LAVELLE,CAROLINE/ORBIT,WILLIAM
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