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