in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love sick, lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty With love is Lord of all
in her eye, the night is on her hair. And like a lovesick lenashee, she hath my heart in thrall. No life have I, no liberty, for love is Lord of all.
Translation: The Corrs. My Lagan Love.
