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 fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
