The Gartan Mother's 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 my heart's desire
 And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing 'O love for you.
 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 hath brimmed her cusp in dew
 And weeps to hear the sad sleep-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.