Hollow No More - Brian McFadden (布莱恩·麦菲登)
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 to thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all
And often when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shielding lorn
And thro the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire