The words of this song are so dreamy and poetic.

Lyrics by Seosamh MacCathmhaoil (do NOT ask me how to say that), Arranged by Geoffrey Pratley

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love sick lenanshee*
She hath my heart in thrall;
Nor life I owe, nor liberty
For love is lord of all
And often when the beetle`s horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling* lorn
And through the dooring peep
There on the cricket singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart`s desire

*lenanshee = fairy lover
*shieling = small highland cottage