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.