The Gartan Mothers Lullaby

Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight’s fall
Aoibheall from the gray rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhín ó, 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 Man’s thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat 'til morn
Upon the starry bog
A leanbhín ó, the paly moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune
I sing, my love, to you
Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight’s fall
Aoibheall from the gray rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhín ó, my child, my joy
My love and heart’s desire
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire