Luyện nghe bài hát Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's
Eeval from the grey rock comes to the world in thrall.
A van o, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire.
The crickets sing you lullaby beside the fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in of fog;
Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn upon the bog.
A lyan van o, the moon hath brimm'd her cusp in dew
And to hear the sad, sleep tune I sing, o love, to you.
Sleep, O babe, ...