Текст (слова) песни: Dusty Springfield - My Lagan Love
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There grows a young man fair The twilight gleam is in his eye The night is on his hair And like a lovesick lenan he He hath my heart in thrall No life I owe, no liberty His love is lord of all
And often when the beetles` horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto his shieling lorn And thro` the dooring peep There on the cricket`s singing stone He spears the bird in fire And hums in sad, sweet undertone The song of his desire
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