Gartan Mothers Lullaby

Sleep, o babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight's fall
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhan 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 Man's thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat till morn
Upon the Starry Bog
A leanbhan O, the paly moon
Has ringed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad, sweet tune
I sing O love to you

Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell
Ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell
In fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings
My little lamb to rest
And angel dreams till morning sings
Its music in your breast

Sleep, o babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight's fall
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy
My love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.



Credits
Writer(s): Barbara Ruth Dickson
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