My Lagan Love

Words & Music:

Traditional Irish


A     G      A                 G           A       D    A

Where Lagan streams, sing lullabies, there blows a lily fair.

A   G        A               G        A        D      A

The twilight gleam is in her eye, the night is on her hair.

A           D    A            D               Bm       E7  A

And, like a love-sick leannán sí, she hath my heart in thrall,

Am           A          G       A       D       A

No life have I, no 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 through the dooring peep.

There by the cricket's singing stone, she spare the bogwood fire

And sings in sad, sweet undertone the song of heart's desire.


Her welcome like her love for me is from deep within.

Her warm kiss is felicity that knows no taint of sin.

And when I set my foot to go, 'tis leaving love and light

To feel the wind of longing blow from out of darkest night.


leannán sí is pronounced:  lenanshee


Back to the Songbook Index.

This page's content is copyrighted ©1977-2008 by Kristin C. Hall. Please drop me a line (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") if you wish to use it or link to it or correct it! Please send comments, suggestions, fixes and general mischievious mayhem to the web diva via the above email address. (sorry, spambots have forced me to remove my automatic mail link.) Many thanks...and enjoy!

Note to lawyers and any other litigious-minded folk:
I am not trying to screw anyone out of royalties, etc. I have posted these only as a helpful resources for teachers, camp counselors and people who like to "sing along with Mitch", if you will. If you do not want your work posted to these pages, please just email me (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") and I shall remove it.