A Mother's Love Is a Blessing

My Lagan Love - Al Logan/Mary Brennan/Thomas Patrick Keenan

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 lennan shee

She has my heart in thrall

Nor life I owe nor liberty

For love is lord of all

And after 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

She stirs the bogwood fire

And hums in sad sweet undertones

The song of heart's desire