Title[C] - Artist [G] Early in the [G7] morning the [C] sun began to [G] rise Re [C] flecting on her [G] waters the [C] movement of the [D] skies [G] Slowly she flows [G7] onwards dis [C] turbed I cannot [G] see Through [C] fields and rolling [G] meadows past [C] local [D] indus [G] try [Chorus] 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 Shaws bridge To Belfast's salty waters where her lonesome journey ends The [G] years pass slowly [G7] onwards [C] changes soon un [G] fold [C] No more horses [G] pulling the [C] barges filled with [D] coal The [G] old Lock gates have [G7] rotted the [C] pathways over [G] grown But [C] still I love to [G] see her as [C] slowly [D] she grows [G] old Oh memories they are precious and they are brought to life And you walk along the towpath in the evening's fading light But even now the nightlife 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.