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 evenings 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 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