My Lagan softly flowing


Early in the morning, the sun begins to rise
Reflected on her waters, the movement of the skies
Slowly she flows onward, disturbed I cannot see
Through fields and rolling meadows, past local industry

My Lagan she flows softly from Slieve Croob down to the sea
Through Dromore and Dromara, then close to Aghalee
From Lisburn down to Hilden Lambeg and then Shaw’s bridge
To Belfast’s salty waters where her lonesome journey ends

The years pass slowly onward, changes soon unfold
No more horses pulling the barges filled with coal
The old lock gates have rotted, the pathways overgrown
But still I love to see her as slowly she grows old

Memories they are precious and they are brought to life
As you walk along the towpath in the evening’s fading light
But even now the night life begins a brand new day
Some ripples on the surface and a trout moves on her way

Young lovers, they walk slowly beside my Lagan stream
Holding hands and talking about their wildest dreams
Across the water, laughter comes drifting through the night
Dancing shadows ripple in the moonshine light


Lyrics/Music  Noel McMaster

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