Irish Lullaby

Sleep o babe for the red bee hums

The silent twilights fall

Eeval from the Grey Rock comes

To wrap the world in thrall.

A lyan van o my child my joy

My love and heart's desire.

The crickets sing you lullaby

Beside the dying fire

Dusk is drawn and the Green Mans' thorn

Is wreathed in rings of fog

Sheevra sails his boat till morn

Alone the starry bog

A lyan van o, the paly moon

Hath brimmed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune

I sing o love to you

A lyan van o, the paly moon

Hath brimmed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune

I sing o love to you