Irish Lullaby

Sleep o babe for the red bee hums
the silent twilight falls
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 a lullaby
beside the dyin' fire.
Dusk has come and the Green Mans' thorn
is wreathed in rings of fog
Sheevra sails his boat till morn'
along the starry bog.
And over it all, the paley moon
has gleamed her cusp in dew
and weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing oh love to you.

And over it all, the paley moon
has gleamed her cusp in dew
and weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing oh love to you.